Part 3: DIY Poem:
Primary School
I remember the pungent manure at the field.
I remember how it smelt like no good.
I remember how the first day was so relaxed,
I remember how my test days were spent so tense.
The first day when I tried to make new friends,
The last day when I said goodbye to them.
I can’t remember what happened in between,
A whirlwind of work and tests perhaps?
I started out with playing Catching,
Somehow it turned into intense Computer gaming.
I was lost in those virtual worlds,
Disconnected from all my woes.
Maybe that’s why I neglected my work,
Got further and further from my friends,
Maybe that’s why I’m they teased me and called me a ghost,
A shadow of my former self.
Alas, it is too late for regrets,
Only after the failing the only test that mattered,
Only after I parted with the very people I neglected,
I realized that my primary school days could have brought me the only thing that really mattered.
Joy.
Thanks for reading!
Sean
2 comments:
Sweet.
I like the contrasting lines and the parallel structures that you have used. Although you don't really have a distinct style, it was a superb effort!
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