School Days

I hate studying,

Yet I love school ,

For all the fun things ,

That you can do.

You fall in love , 

You fail in class.

And there are always those guys , 

Who make sure you have a blast.

I'm a part of that friend group ,

Who can never hault their laugh.

We always pick on the ' single ' friend, 

Who ends up cussing at us while we  

laugh.

All we needed was an excuse ,

To get out of our class.

Roaming around the whole school , 

We never knew how quickly had the time

passed.

All Those double meaning conversations ,

That I would never forget.

Bunking classes in the washroom ,

Is something I'll never regret.

As we move forward ,

I will always remember these days. 

When we laugh till we are in tears , 

Yet again we burst out laughing seeing

each other's face.

While having so much fun , 

We never noticed when years flew by.

Our school days are about to end , 

Soon the day will come ,

When we'll have to say our goodbye.

As we are growing up , 

And school is about to end.

I write this poem ,

For those Grade A idiots

Whom I call my Friend.

I truly wish we had more time

That we could spend.

                              ~H.S Thukral