Walked into that place again,
The place we once loathed,
Looking around with feverish nostalgia,
Wearing a crown of childish excitement.
Those old desks that we once occupied,
The black board upon which they taught,
Standing still, old but strong,
Waving goodbye to the generations.
Those classrooms and the corridors,
The playground and the canteen,
All haunts of beautiful memories,
Of younger, carefree days.
The quaint staff room,
That we were never allowed to enter,
Now greeted us with open arms,
Fresh, vivid, evergreen.
The teachers, of whom we were once afraid,
Now embraced us like old friends,
For in the years that have passed,
A line was drawn- we ceased being students.
Why did we grow up?
Why did we change?
Where have those days gone?
Oh, I long to be a schoolgirl again!
