Schooldaze

My first academic school year
Was back in 1973
I walked with my father that day
Was not much taller than his knee

When entering the school
I started to cry
My father had left me
I didn't know why

My teacher was very tall
His eyes were scary and dark
I wanted to go home
To play with friends on the park

My early days in school
Was emotional I know
I needed to adapt quick
My father made me go

So on to high school I went
It's here I noticed the girls
Lots of smiling faces around
And some with one or two curls

I enjoyed sport in high school
I pushed and did my best
Running was my favourite
I always beat the rest

So graduation day has arrived
There was lots of laughter and tears
We have all moved on now
To enjoy the later years

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