Clichés happening all over again
Show some responsibility
Set a good example

It's a warm day
Bored they play
What can one expect
When all they want to do is run away
Begin their holiday

They all seem so small
Hard to remember at all
The time when I was one of them
Yet I remember the lectures and lessons
So clearly

It's strange to be here again
Looks of innocence all around
Giggles of knowledge spoil it with their sound
Hard to remember that their thoughts
Are not much simpler than mine

Still here I am again
It all comes flooding back
Memories of little tears and unforgiven hurts
Of grudges still held for reasons forgotten
Or exaggerated by time
The bitter side comes flying back
And on my nostalgia makes its attack.

Written after a visit to my old primary school.
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