WHEN I'LL BID ADIEU

feelings of a student about saying goodbye to the school where she had studied for 14 years!!!!!!

  When one day passes,
The other comes,
Everything changes,
Leaving some,
The 'LOVE', the 'CARE', the 'concern' and
'JOY', that I have received here, was a great fun.

Now has the day come to bid Adieu,
To these wonderful feelings I received.
When I remember, those days so sweet,
When I was a kid of four or five!!
My school taught me, the "ART OF LIFE"..

The way to 'sit', the way to 'stand', the way to
'take', the way to 'understand'
All of this, which were first to me unknown,
My teachers and parents made to me known.

Now, today, after days long back,
When i sit and remember those lovely days,
I can deeply feel the love, care and concern,

Besides those scoldings those days.
I also remember those, swings so sweet,
The lovely flowers, and rhymes so sweet,
like 'TWINKLE-TWINKLE' and 'CHUBBY CHEEKS' .

Time has passed, and I have grown,
No more swings, and no more rhymes,
but its not that, that there's no fun.
When today,I look at the children so cute,
Of three, or four, or five of age:
I can perceive the ART OF LIFE;
It's nothing great, but only this,
"WHEN YOU LIVE, DAY TO DAY;
LIVE TO GIVE, because , the MORE YOU
GIVE, THE MORE YOU LIVE !!!

MY teachers also taught me a wonderful thing;
about success; that,
"DO ANYTHING; but with THE WILL TO WIN".

I hope what i want to say is--
"WHEN YOU LIVE DAY TO DAY ;
Don't live by what people, remark or say;
"BUT, LIVE BY WHAT YOU KNOW IS
TRUE."

Finally to conclude, I'd only say;
"O my lovely school, and wonderful
Teachers,
When I'll adieu ;
I'll really, really, really,
MISS YOU!!!!!!!!

Author's Note

please do comment if you think it was worth reading........i hope you'll love it

Reviews

[Chloe]

Awww.............. very cute, but it made me sad! I loved this poem! *tear* I think my friend may be feeling the same way. She had to leave our school system because her family had to move, and she mooovvvveeeedddd reeeaaaaaallllllyyyyyy fffffaaaaaarrrr aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy. But, she'll be going back to our school next year, so YAY! One question... Is the poem about you, or somebody else?

[TL Boehm]

it was definitely worth reading and brought back memories of my high school days. Nicely done.

[dw817]

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"The more you give, the more you live." I like that. :)

As for missing school, isn't school starting up here again pretty soon ? And yes, teachers are quite wonderful. While I have almost always enjoyed the classes they teach, I must confess, I was rather fond of my math teacher beyond simple calculi back in 4th grade. ;)

[Saumya]

thank you soo much friend:) m glad that u could relate:)

[dw817]

Sure - but I will tell you now, it will never work out. I finally spoke my affection for my math teacher, and she gave me an odd look and said that's very nice. Then I said I wanted to marry her. This was after class when everyone else had left.

She had me sit down in a chair and she sat on the edge of her desk. Then she asked me, "Do you really think I am that pretty ?"

"Yes ma'am !" I said eagerly.

She smiled softly then said, "Tell you what. When you grow up and you still feel this way, why don't you look me up then ?"

So I promised I would - and - actually I hadn't really thought about it since then. Feelings and emotions are so fleeting - likely I got distracted by something else over time. But that was a ticklish moment in life for me. :)

[Saumya]

oh....:) very lovely to know that friend, and its indeed interesting how your teacher dealt with you that moment:) thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me...much glad to know :)
i wish she too remembers this grown up kid you even now exactly the same as you do:)

[dw817]

Well I sposers she coulda raised a ruckus and said, "Get outta here, I'm old enough to be your gramma !" But, she didn't - she was very nice about it. I suspect now she would be very old indeed.

Time burns away at us all, it is up to us to choose how many wicks we light in this life.

[Saumya]

it was really sweet of of your teacher, maybe she dint scolded you because she respected the feelins of her dear student:)
and oh yes..i indeed, agree with you friend:)
Time burns away at us all, it is up to us to choose how many wicks we light in this life.

thanks again:)

[dw817]

Perhaps, Saumya. Yet if that is the case, she was rare. Other teachers I had since then, most of them clearly were shown to despise us students, there were some exceptions, but none in High School. No teacher liked us as far as I could tell.

[Saumya]

lol...i understand, interestingly the condition was same with our class, and this is what makes us smile, and at times laugh when we remember those now:)

[dw817]

I wish - I was friends with my teacher in High School as much as I was back in Elementary. I was REAL friends with those teachers then. And - I don't question what the cause of the friendship was. I just know I felt warm, safe, and happy - in their friendship. Years passed ...

[Saumya]

:) well, i don't know, but why in our interesting life spans, we are often devoid of, or rather at the real time of need we don't have those people and things we really need:) and indeed when we don't even consider it further, we are abundantly blessed with them:) really great to know, that you had good friendly teachers with you :) and yes, i agree no matter whoever be the friend we should feel warm, safe, and happy - in their friendship and time Years then passes like cool soothing breeze ...:)

[dw817]

I think I was so fond of my teachers cause they really spent time with me. Dad was a great man no doubt, but there were times in my life when he just didn't have time for me. And - my life did in fact fork out in one unusual direction, which I don't feel bad for today.

Teachers were there for me when my parents weren't. I think at some level they knew this and often I did stay after class to clean the blackboard or clean the desks and stuff, just cause I really didn't wanna go home just yet.

[Saumya]

o wow, really lovely to know that you had such greatly friendly teachers to help you my friend:)
read moreo wow, really lovely to know that you had such greatly friendly teachers to help you my friend:)
almost all have good teachers, but its very rare to have such great ones, whom you still cherish:) i too had some teachers like that, and i think almost whatever amt of good i am today
its because of them they were incredibly great:)...may all such great friendly teachers and friends always be blessed and stay the happpiest:)

[dw817]

Looks like the "read more" error nailed you. In any case, I understand. It's funny, when you're a kid you'll do anything to grow up, to be an adult. All grown up now, I would do anything just to be a kid again - to have that wonder, innocence, and curiosity of yesteryear. To relearn life. I would do it again if I could. :7

[Saumya]

lol..yes,got nailed up with the "read more" error here:) well, the further part of the comment was, that i too had some great friendly teachers like u mentined:) may all such greatly friendly and lovely people always remain blessed:)
i agree with your comment, and i think everyone should try doing that, that definitely would change their thoughts about life:)

[Brian Angeles]

Was this your project that made your school magazine. If it is it truly deserved to be

[Saumya]

yes:) you r right Brian:) thanks a lot for the appreciation:)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The way to 'sit', the way to 'stand', the way to
'take', the way to 'understand'
All of this, which were first to me unknown,
My teachers and parents made to me known.
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The way to 'sit', the way to 'stand', the way to
'take', the way to 'understand'
All of this, which were first unknown to me,
My teachers and parents made known to me.
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Now, today, after days long back,
When i sit and remember those lovely days,
I can deeply feel the love, care and concern,
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Now, today, after days longing back,
When i sit and remember those lovely days,
I can deeply feel the love, care and concern,
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Besides those scoldings those days.
I also remember those, swings so sweet,
The lovely flowers, and rhymes so sweet,
like 'TWINKLE-TWINKLE' and 'CHUBBY CHEEKS' .
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Besides those scoldings days.
I also remember those, swings so sweet,
The lovely flowers, and rhymes so sweet,
like 'TWINKLE-TWINKLE' and 'CHUBBY
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Finally to conclude, I'd only say;
"O my lovely school, and wonderful
Teachers,
When I'll adieu ;
I'll really, really, really,
MISS YOU!!!!!!!!
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Finally conclude, I'd only say;
"O my lovely school, and wonderful
Teachers,
When I'll adieu ;
I'll really, really, really,
MISS YOU!!!!!!!!

Again another tribute...a speech to the class...and again theme is the same...as with the rest I've read so far...inspiring write...

[Saumya]

thank you soo much Glen:)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I wanted to give you a review...better than rushing into all of them...next time one at a time...and I can grasp each one more...you're welcome...

[Rosaria_V]

Awwww this was really great!!! :D

[Saumya]

thank you Rosaria:)

[Zackery Alan Daley]

Not just another pin in the cushion of "I grew up" poetry. Gripping, to the point where I would like to know more. Like how you perceived time during your happier days instead of the reminiscence of it all. Very good read, above par, and what have you.

Zackery Daley

[Joyrider]

A touching adieu. Life is a journey, which takes us to different places and introduces us to many people, some of them we forget, some stays in our heart forever.

[Eddie Phillips]

A sad truth in life is that change is inevitable. This made me a little sad but it also illustrates reality.

[Lee Foreman]

This brought back memories of teachers that I absolutely loved. I think about my fourth grade teacher Ms. Mundy who made sure I was the best me I could be; and who loved her students so much that she became a fifth grade teacher and had the same class the next school year. I think about my 11th grade teacher Ms. Larossa who enjoyed my slavery poem so much that she had it submitted to the school's literary magazine; which inspired me to take my writing to a new level. And my 12th grade English teacher who always enjoyed my writing, whether it be a report, or a monologue.

[Angel]

Goodbyes are always so sad. As we grow up, and leave childhood behind us, there are many goodbyes...but we must remember, for everyone of these sad goodbyes, there is a brand new "hello"...