Memories of gold !
Go back to the first day you walked in:
You still feel the smell, the sight and the din
You were scared; you were keen and you were a stranger
The walls looked high and dry posing danger.
And the days rolled by rolling out moments of great fun
Those coy faces turned out to be smiling hearts
The grim air around made way for the steady starts
Then you waited for every morning
To unleash another day darling!
You stumbled upon those rare souls here
Who are the best gifts that are too dear!
The lessons learnt with the passage of time
Ought to guide your path to your prime.
The last day you walk out
You still feel the sweetness without doubt
Yet, your steps get slower and heavier
That you still yearn to be there ever merrier.
You then turn to bid goodbye for the last time
To know that you've spent here moments sublime.
It feels sad to detach from this fold
Yet, it feels special to carry the memories of gold!
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