Words Of An Idle Mind

That shirt (poem)

That shirt that i wore
Under the armour like uniform
For a quick snap decade,
Like the top most religious norm.

Though it was replaced a couple of times,
It was still the same till the very end.
With the last bell and the first tear,
Nostalgia didn't have to pretend.

Nicknames and tags
Were inked on the white cloth,
Years worth of stories scrawled together,
Of a domain way beyond Veronica Roth.

That shirt is not only a sentiment,
It's a timeline of memories,
Of hard benches and soft shoulders,
Of snickering and of queries.

The dust of coloured chalks and
Scent of sweat and earth,
A sack full of flashbacks waits patiently
With that cornered overworn shirt.

And maybe in the future
You'll try to fit in it once again.
But the small shirt with a large life
Keeps you in check of the lane.

So you'll only move forward,
Before your children, your shirt lay,
Who are soon to write their own stories,
Of the warm years to come in sway.

And you'll reminisce with glossy eyes,
How suddenly the time flies,
But the shirt that never grew up,
Encloses your childhood you realise.

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A/N: yes, this is a poem about a shirt, a school shirt to be precise.
I think most of you who had uniforms in your school would have that nostalgic memory of that last day of school where all your friends wrote some everlasting words on your shirt. I still remember it. But, my shirt met with a tragedy *cries* &*breaks down*. A really evil teacher ( don't deny you didn't have one in your school) just took it from me, out of spite. And i had to see all my friends cherish their shirts while mine was probably going to be a school rag.

Anyways, tell me your views on it!

Lovelove ❣