This Old Experience. Poem by Oualid Alamghouz

This old experience

In that class.
I have known really good books.
There are some I did not really enjoy reading but OK.

During the period.
A lot happened.
Worked.
Discussed.
Presented.
I spoke and meet.

Sometimes sad sometimes happy.
But that was temporary.
I saw everyone and everyone was doing diffirent things.

Some rocks I enjoyed discussing with.
Some tables insulted and tried to make fun of me.
Well, I think you know who to stay and who to leave.

Beautiful short stories I saw, but none I sit around table with.
Anyway all is good.
France​ chairs say.
"C'est ça la vie"

Let's start a new experience and everyone to continue the road of life.

Oualid
December 21
2017.