Old jeans and a guitar, the neighborhood's roof, and my friends,
Those nights awake, morning home, scaling the walls unseen.
Cigarettes smoked in the alley's hush,
Scrubbing teeth, a nervous, hurried rush.
Always late for college's call,
The teacher's words: "Get out from the hall!"
Outside, a chorus of complaints,
"This whole system is stained with wants."
In the canteen, slamming tables loud,
Singing songs with the boisterous crowd.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets in the rain.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets, a soft refrain.
Memories linger, a haunting strain.
Father's scolding, a mother's plea,
"Leave him be, my son, you see?
In all the world, my boy is true."
A hidden fire, a dream to pursue.
Planning new adventures every day,
Childhood's first love, come what may.
Writing initials on a trembling hand,
Peeking through the window, across the land.
Letters penned, with secrets deep,
Gifting golden earrings, promises to keep.
Borrowing from friends, a youthful plight,
Only memories, taking flight.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets in the rain.
Only memories, memories remain,
Small, whispered secrets, a soft refrain.
Memories linger, a haunting strain.
Such a season of memories, refuses to depart,
Old jeans and a guitar, etched upon my heart.
The neighborhood's roof, and my friends, so dear,
Those nights awake, no longer near.
Morning home, scaling walls, unseen,
Old jeans…
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