Golden Memories

The massive building sublime

Which I utterly wish to escape

Only to cherish it as my home prime.

Very early morning as I get up

Before my eyes being kissed by sunshine

I desire to be with my friends lifetime.

The wooden benches are the furniture

We raced to get the last seat nice

Only to enjoy the class in my style.

Nothing is as precious as

The collection of gems

That stick to you as friends.

And awesome are the memories

We painted in our school days

In the classroom right at the last benches.