Lost amongst a sea of faces,
The day has dawned,
A young heart races,
Summer holidays are over,
It's back to school,
Girls looking chic!
Boys acting cool!
Then mixed with the bunch,
The bully appears,
With menacing grin,
Some poor boys in tears,
He roams the school playground,
To spoil someone's day,
Like a Buzzard he waits,
To stake out his prey,
It's a time to be noticed,
A time to fit in,
Days we remember,
Where friendships begin,
We look back and wonder,
How did we survive?
But those old school days,
Were the best days of our lives!
Jayne Davies
......(cont.) and your 2013 date on your poem shows you're another old-timer, so you know how much better PH's site used to be. Pity it's partially-deflated now. : ( bri
Yes I have noticed a difference in PH since my return to writing poems.
start over.... I see comments you left on my 'Bri Edwards' Heaven On Earth' poem. Thanks. And you
I like it, except for 'bully' part. Well, some 'say' bullies have 'problems' and maybe they should be pitied. hmm?
Jayne, You have seemed to capture my thoughts of late. Ah, to just go back to 1983 and my senior class! To see her once again, at that age, at that time, not sure if my heart could take it. As Bryan Adams sang, Those were the best days of my life. Thank you, Jayne [][
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brought back memories, god and bad. Good write.