His first glance to a girl <br />when he was a naughty boy <br />in his village thatch school. <br />Her glamor dragged him to the tuck shop as glue. <br />But his holey pocket was empty all the time <br />and just see her goody face, <br />rush back to the class room. <br />Golden days were gone like a dream, <br />struggling in the back stage of life-school, <br />almost bald, the old man was seeing that <br />the lady at the balcony the tuck-shop girl <br />with her grand children <br />and she too wearied and old with the time. <br /> <br />* still I hear the bell tolls of my old school. <br />dedicate to my new teacher of life-school Sandra.Fowler<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footpath-to-the-tuck-shop/
