My First School

At the age of 4 or 5,
We did not have to spend a dime.
Walking in and sitting down,
There was always a class clown.

Joy was where I went,
It was bigger than a tent.
We had no cares in the world,
While we were trying to learn how to twirl.

We were only 4 or 5,
We were what you call one of a kind.
The playground was our favorite place,
The teachers was our base.

Joy is now no more,
Because the school got too poor
We look back and remember all the good ole days,
When we all use to play.

We are now not 4 or 5,
Which is about time.
We all grew up and went on our own ways,
And every once in awhile I'll see some friends still to this day.