After Three Decades
I stood
at the century-old gate
of my high school Alma mater
on Sunday morn last summer;
Excited as if I had a date.
I saw
people passing by;
The old folks recalled me,
Yes, they recalled me with glee.
And I humbly knew why.
I gazed
at the benches made of stone
beside the Marcos building,
where we used to sit and sing
as if the place was our own.
I smiled
as I set my eyes at the hall
where we performed comic plays
that brought laughters in many ways
to the audience, big and small.
I recalled
the honours on us bestowed,
the medals -silver and gold;
the warm applause of young and old
that gave our parents something to behold.
I pondered
these things in my brain,
the changes from places,
to people's faces;
Only memories remain.
BRIAN'S SELECT 2,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 6/3/2020 5:58:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st Place
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2020
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