Written By Ankita Srinivasan (Grade 11)
Castles on clouds and old town roads,
Driving fast and breaking the crowds.
Cornfields going past me, I didn’t know,
That it was the last day of pure snow.
Driving around, I saw a face, dark,
Blurred, a shard of memory sparked.
Years had passed, where we stood,
Now was a structure of iron and wood.
Laughter, plenty of it, with arms wound,
Flames in the middle, standing around.
No trouble then, we always knew joy,
Ten years later, we can’t always enjoy.
We were younger, had more life then,
Until life caught up with us, boys to men.
Pulling us along to its tune, we try to move,
Time and again, we’re wrong, life proves.
Where are we now, where did each go?
We went our ways, moved out to grow.
I found my heart moving back, just now,
To see us when gaiety, life had allowed.
Now we were around a casket, black,
We wished for flames, yet it was dark.
We saw after long, yet were dismal,
For a cloud hung heavy and dull.
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