Best Schoolold Poems
A time of innocence, laughter and joy,
Not a care in the world....no money problems...never caring what you look like.
Just happy to be there.
With the ones who make you happy.
Old memories are the best of memories.
The old tree with its indistructable barrier holds many thoughts,
now overgrown with weeds..leaves fallen leaving only it’s bare stem.
The tree which once held life, a place to sit,
Just something to look at surrounded by history.
The old tree where it stands is what used to be life...
Now it stands alone.
Left to a life of sadness and eventual suffocation of green rope then...
No more.
How times have changed.
I was passing by a college that was building brand new dorms
Improving the quality of life above the current norms
I stood a while and watched, the construction nearly done
A magnificent sight but I kind of liked the old one
The old dorm stood behind it with plaster on its walls
And she held a special feeling for the kids who walked her halls
I asked if I could take a walk through, why, I didn’t know
I could swear I heard the voices of the students long ago
They had walked these halls sharing their laughter and their tears
And lives were touched within these walls through the passing years
Maybe I was foolish, but before I stepped outside
I sat on one of those old beds dropped my head and cried
When I sent my kids to college, I said work hard and have some fun
And if you get to choose your dorm, then choose the old one.