NOSTALGIA

When I plunge into the nostalgic dive,
And excavate from old memories hive,
The old and faded gems of the past,
Most of which are sure to forever last.

Our delectable old school days,
And our slight wayward ways,
The much awaited gong of the bell,
And of the many delights we can tell.

Our roar of presence,
Was the very essence,
The school was our abode,
Upon which into the future we rode.