“Old School”
Boy! You think growing up makes you
Cool,
But that IDEA is Damn very Fool,
I Think there’s nothing like an OLD
SCHOOL.
From Stone age, to the Old age,
From modern to savage,
But the days that we loved were that
of Vintage.
In childhood we built castles of
clay,
From Dawn to Dusk together we play,
But life goes on, there’s no other
way.
I remember the days when we played in
sand,
No fixed ground, and no fixed land,
Why we grow up so big very soon,
Miss those days when we looked at the
moon,
And of course, watching daily
cartoons.
Misbehaved! And Mom gave a slap,
Long night’s sleep, and long day’s
nap,
Just like an OLD SCHOOL,
With funky cloths and a cap.
Left those days and moments behind,
Want ‘em back and rewind,
Want those days to be seize,
Just like water in cold weather, gets
freeze.
A B C D we learned that day,
Friendships which lasted, no longer
than a day,
But I want to talk about it when that
friend is by my side,
From SHORTS to JEANS we walked side
by side,
But now we’re up for our LAST RIDE.
For those moments with my friends,
I’m cheerful, joyful and thankful,
AND YEAH!
There’s nothing like an OLD SCHOOL.
-
By
: Kevin “The Knight” Patira
To my friends from Old School
