8th Grade Days, a poem By: Sachi Dixit

 8th Grade Days

By: Sachi Dixit

We laughed in halls,

Shoes on the floor.

Every joke, every secret,

We wanted more.

Friends by my side,

Giggles every day.

Locker doors slammed,

Backpacks in a pile.

I didn’t see the magic,

Not then at all.

Until it changed,

And new faces called.

Friends moved away,

Halls felt brand new.

Everything familiar

Drifted away

Now I look back,

Memories so clear.

The laughter, the fun,

Moments I hold on to.

I wish I had known,

Wished I had seen,

How golden those days

Really had been.