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My days in 8th grade
January 4, 2026
My days in 8th grade
I know not what
future before me awaits,
but I still think about
my days in 8th grade.
The sun rays used to so light
and so did the sky-
which painted quite a sight;
whilst beside the window,
we all used to sit with delight.
Talking, dreaming,
about all the things we liked.
Laughing, giggling,
at any humorous sight.
Each day felt magical
and pleasant,
as if all our burdens were forgotten,
as if our minds were filled
with freedom's essence.
Like the west winds,
we used to fly our ways-
as if each day,
was a weekend or a Sunday!
Though the time has moved on,
but I, still wait for the weekdays,
so I may dream about-
my days in 8th grade.
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I am a budding poet from India, what compelled me the most to write this poem was the nostalgic ache of emptiness from my memories of my time in grade 8th :) I missed all my friends dearly, it felt like life was lived to be carefree, now that the time has moved on with the fast pace of days, months and years and the newly attained responsibilities feel like burden pushed upon my shoulders forcibly which obviously slowly, soothingly, absorbed me in my lake of memories. This poem is not sad, or regrets about the fleeting past, it is more about reflecting and basking in the memories with a quiet acceptance of change and a gentle reminder that time has moved on. Thank you so much for reading. :)