I Walk Slowly To My Old Thatched School

Birch trees have taken off their winter clothes And exposed to the smiling Sun. I see no raindrops and birds flew in the sky Some robins chat with the worms on the playground Where my grandson merry with the other children in the school. And the bell rang all lined up like a fancy train to go to their classes. I was so sad where's my school and the golden class. The parapet wall divided the Girl school next door Remember we peeped through the broken spaces When the flowery girls come out to the grounds! I was like a punished student at the belfry hall In the bygone schooldays? If there's a school for elderly/handicapped I'll get a photocopy of my tattered certificate of birth And I really dream to enroll as soon as possible? [A new broom sweeps clean, but the old brush knows the corners.] -Irish Proverb nimal dunuhinga