Bygone Days

In faded jeans and a knotted blouse I would go out of the house Although I loved skirts but were not allowed It was maintained that too much of legs they showed Clutching a notebook n a book In a fancy bag I would go n hang it on a hook Talk to friends which lecture to attend There was always one who would make ammend The lectures began ,we the back benchers Always had fun n planned adventures Felt tired after two lectures so would decide To go to the snack bar n found pleasure reside After the third period got over To classes we would hover After the fourth lecture got over Distance to one of the friends house we would cover we wondered why parents n teachers always found shortcomings n became preachers Having had our fill of chit chatting some went dating most of us would disperse Wait for another day to immerse. And yet another to emerge.