There is a bit of nostalgia remembering <br />The school days that used to be, <br />As I turn my old yearbook pages slowly <br />Attempting to live again in fond memory. <br /> <br />I see the youthful faces of former classmates <br />In the old yearbook resting on my knee, <br />Reading the will and testament of friends <br />That were so dear and close me. <br /> <br />I stare at the pictures of the classmates <br />Wondering how they coped in different ways, <br />Then my mind just sort of aimlessly wanders <br />Toward the pleasantries of former school days. <br /> <br />There was a heap of personal satisfaction <br />When the arousal of school activities began to blaze. <br />Browsing through the pages of the old yearbook <br />Drew me closer to those other memorable days.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-yearbook/
