The olden days of remembrance, of my school days,
Reflect joy and the problems of reaching puberty.
In primary at St. Canice’s there were girlish games we played,
Hopscotch, movie stars and skipping, but we grew out of them!
I remember one day, I’ll never for forget till death,
Is the time that my teacher, pinned on myself: an envelope with stars
Somehow stating that I was the best pupil in the class, on that day,
And yet, I remember busting my guts, to get that award.
My Mum and Dad were wondering what I had on my shirt,
And when they finally read it (as they drove to pick me up,
Their surprised reaction showed overjoyment of satisfaction,
The faces of proudness, of their young son!
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