Where The Sidewalk Ends

where the sidewalk ends now a nursery school stands it slowly quietly comes alive at morn the gentleness of a breeze as children with their bags on their backs walk, run into their classrooms after the first light of morn where the sidewalk ends now a nursery school stands it quietens down at the last light of dusk the gentleness of a breeze as children leave and go happy that they have fulfilled mom's and dad's wishes and learnt a few rudimentary words and grammar their laughters and cheers as they leave echo those in the lane of my memory - a few young boys and girls swarming round a mango tree shaking for its last mango it had missed my friends and dropped right on my left eye before plopping onto the ground with a 'bruise' on its yellowish skin i could still hear the cheers and the question 'who will take this? ' little mary always got the fruit of our play guess what, she also got married to the best boy of the gang yesteryears' cheers still shore up the camaraderie in her reunion dos for all of us come rain or shine we woud all try to attend but sadly we would never see the faces of all someone, somewhere had always ended up at the sidewalk of another lane, road where the sidewalk ends now a nursery school stands evoking the wondrous time we had spent here where the sidewalk ends the first lesson of life begins where smiles, cheeers and tears come straight from the hearts how in every reunion we tried hard to laugh in the same way, but always resulted with a tinge of regret we would never be able to do it the way when we were children it hurt us like the bruised mango that had fallen hardhazardly on the lane of our memory where the sidewalk ends now stands a nursery school where joy and laughter abound