Nostalgia

NOSTALGIA
I walk through these open gates,
These gates I've always known.
Same gates i ran through everyday.
So many years ago.
Into a place so calm and serene,
It was my second home.
Seems like just yesterday,
I was entering my very own school.


Won't forget my playground ,
with its pretty flowers.
Or the much loved swing-set,
Where i spent so many hours.
Those teachers who taught me right from wrong.
Especially the times when i was in dire.
They encouraged me in such a wonderful way,
that i thank them for who i am today.


And most of all i won't forget,
Those friends I've made and have still kept.
Through laughter and years they've held my hand
And i promise I'll always hold theirs.


Nostalgic i am,
As i look back today.
Those days of joy and innocence,
Where they went i cannot say.
But i know one thing for sure,
times will never be so pure.