The sixth formers at St .Josephs
not the recent ones, as one imagines
those who studied decades ago,
try to reconnect, Effortlessly
many join.
Being an attempt praiseworthy
it takes off with a start
then as days go
the prospects turn dim
less, lesser and least.
It is not due to lack of interest
but one of paucity. exchange
of ideas tracks down. each one
in some part of the world,
busy in some measure
The sixteen year old girls
with sprightly looks, possessing
the will to conquer the world,
are well into their sixties, seem
exhausted, devoid of impetus.
They stay alive in air, mean in
zoom. The voice is as good as old
the looks differ, with greying hair
sagging skin, mostly
the curiosity that sparkled
goes missing,
The sixth formers hold their chats
in bay, Few stay active.
the rest have retreated
to their world unable to spend
time marked by nil resource of energy.
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