How difficult can
it be to write a farewell alma mater poem?
All you need are flowery words
and sentimental musings -
but no.

A walk through "alma mater":
Bright corridors lined by lockers
camouflaged by bright posters;
Heated debates in the canteen,
as pigeons watch on catnapping
on dark grey lidded desks in
between those blocks of time;
ours: to remember.

How much have we grown since
sec one? How much weight have
we gained? Do we think about
what we are thinking when we
think? Do we know how to tie green ties?

Now, with an already nostalgic
weariness, we desperately try tp capture, keep, cling on to
all that is precious, dear;
yet slowly fading away.

It is difficult to imagine what it
will be like when we are gone,
although nothing will change,
really - there will still be low
socks loose belts late bookings
for generations more to come.

But for this last, short span of
sun, the green railings are still
ours, we are grateful to claim
ownership of four years spent in these white washed walls.

Ours, to remember; always.

SIXTEEN, and we have shunned the pastel nostalgia of autograph books; finally learning that 'forever' is too strong a word to be followed by 'friends', and instead trusting our future to numbers and new contacts on our MSN messenger lists. There is a finality in every annual event, and every event preceded with "our last", our days numbered in countdowns that no one's taking seriously quite yet. Between the books and files, we're collecting memories like stamps, each labelled neatly and filed away, so when we chance to meet again somewhen long after exam halls and Orchard Road we have these moments to return to, and perhaps recall who we once were.

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