School life

Oh, school life, how we miss thee,

The days of youth were so wild and free.

The halls we roamed, the friends we made,

The memories we hold, never fade.

The first-day jitters, the anxious thrills,

The excitement of new books and skills.

The smell of chalk, the sound of the bell,

The rhythm of routine, all was well.

The endless chatter during recess,

The games we played, the moments to express.

The joy of discovery, the thrill of the chase,

The lessons we learned, at our own pace.

The teachers who guided, the mentors who cared,

The encouragement they gave, the lessons they shared.

The values they instilled, the wisdom they imparted,

The inspiration they gave, the dreams they started.

And as we moved from class to class,

We grew up too fast, too soon to pass.

But those school days will always live on,

In the memories we hold, the stories we spun.

Oh, school life, how we miss thee,

The days of youth were so wild and free.

The lessons we learned, the friends we made,

The memories we hold, never to fade.