The way things once were,
The cold breeze and silence,
The stillness and emotions all a blur,
But inside me, I keep it alive in my conscience.
Those days at the library,
Surrounded by infinite knowledge.
The lecture rooms that were like a living obituary,
A final year student’s biggest doom.
But what brings me nostigia the most,
Was the smell of famous coffee as they let it roast.
Brewing and bubbling, books shelves lined the walls.
We wandered around for something,
Typing frantically on due days.
The queues to register,
For each and every semester,
Are the reasons why I have patience, solid like steel.
My campus years might now be a blur,
But the skills I have learned,
The people I have met,
The experiences I have shared,
Cannot be compared.
Here’s to the youth,
Enjoy the present.
Unwrap this gift.
And give it your best.
While you still can.
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