Write-up #2
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Its existence surfaced with the winds of time,
Marking the point where our destinies entwine,
No one knew what the future holds,
Everyone as strangers, attitudes cold.
Embarking on this journey that would span 2 years,
Prolonged silence might have realised our fears,
That this class was devoid of joy, laughter and tears.
Cultural barriers were so strong,
Weeks and months flew, this staleness felt wrong,
The forging of relations may be slow,
But the seeds of friendship have been sown.
The turning point in the stagnation surfaced,
When waves or ordeals struck us dazed,
Not one, but two of us depart,
Just at the moment when the exams start.
Amidst the confusion, grief and sorrow,
We brace ourselves for a better tomorrow,
Seconds ticked by, the Sun set and rose,
This dreadful chapter of tears came to a close.
Seasons change as we flip a new page by,
Words unwritten, holding another year of surprise,
As 4C we proved our worth, shattering the stigma,
With cooperaion we came thus far.
Clinching awards one after another,
We went all out with each other,
In the MV, racial harmony competitions against the odds,
Those who perceived us divided, their thoughts were flawed.
Just as our identity as one came into fruition,
History repeats itself, this awful sensation,
Alas, a deja vu all over again,
Now only the physical number of 32 remain.
Now let us treasure the last stride of our 4C life,
Not to regret once promoted to Year Five,
This spirit of 4C will never cease to survive,
This page of the past in our minds,
Eternally hold the fun-filled memories of 35.
From the number 25.
Any comments/suggestions for improvements much appreciated.