Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the
National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
This poem describes the how the writer feels about his primary school life. It shows that he misses his primary school life a lot and reminiscence on it still even after so many years have passed. It does not have any rhymes. It is a well-written poem and I like it very much as it makes the readers think back on their own primary school life.
Those Good Days
I stepped on the stair
And breathed in the air
Of school
And books and teachers and my friend who was a fool
Recess came
Some found it lame
I took my wallet and football
And accidentally trip and fall
Tables aligned
Homework assigned
We sat at our seats
Finishing our leftover meats
The school bell rang
Everyone ran
Knocking down chairs
Letting a loud 'bang!'
I walked out
And saw Mdm Lout
Scolding students
Who failed to submit assignments
Oh those good days
Where when I woke up there were sun rays
Signaling the start
Of another day to work hard
Oh those good days
Where mum always says
When you grow up
Would you miss oh this good old days
