That whiff of the grass,
Reminds me of my last class,
We were so youthful then,
Didn’t know we parted when.
Those years were so humane,
Those days were so amiable,
Those hours were so courteous,
And those people were so altruistic.
But it all changed tout de suite,
Coz the time is harsh today,
Though we are still coevals,
But have become egotistical, hoggish and mean.
There is no veracity in our souls,
All we are, is just an exterior of holes,
Brains taking over hearts,
We are left but with scars.
And those gone by memories,
The ones without worries,
Are down intact in my heart,
Unharmed from the wrath of time.
Still whenever I am dismayed,
I capsize those immortal memories from my heart,
Feel their bliss,
And lose myself in those souvenirs and recuerdos.