The golden days, they called them,
But the real question was why.
It wasn’t just because of the childish innocence
But for the days of learning that passed us by.
Twinkle, twinkle, oh, little star,
I now wonder what you are
Because today, I have the ability
To look perceptively beyond those stars.
A reluctance so tenacious
Followed by a relationship so profound.
Within the thresholds of these walls
We transformed our imagination and made it unbound.
Today as I write these words,
My mind drifts back to my early years
Because it was then that my wordless soul was crafted
And the knowledge was so effectively seared.
To say that I am grateful
Would be belittling what I actually feel,
Because what can I say to the educators
Who actually taught me how to speak?
People wish to view the seven wonders
And embrace their beautiful sceneries,
But I don’t need to look at them
When even greater wonders are standing right in front of me.
All I can say now is that
These words are due to your very inspiration,
Because had it not been for you,
I would have remained an unambitious mutation.