How well do you recall your Grade School days?
It can be fun and games in many ways.
But everything you had to learn was new;
You weren’t all that concerned with what you knew.
At times, you made good grades so to impress;
Parental pressure, too, you must confess.
The social side was soon reason to cry;
How you were seen in others eyes ranked high/
As you matured, both hideous and grand,
There was a lot you did not understand.
One day, a tragedy—the other, fun!
Remembering what it was like when done.
Those years were like another lifetime, true;
But trade them not, for they belong to you!
© Richard Williams