Classmates

We share a long path together
out of different background
bearing various traits

We started as pieces of blank paper
when strokes of education painted us
We were pure
when dirty politics smeared us
Those were never what we would have chosen
Those were never what could steer us either

Out we speared into all directions
Out we embraced the real world
In love we fell deeply
Up we raised kids of our own
We started to watch cycles coming around
the same we were through

Whenever we meet again
those stories or rumors, told or untold
will come to life
for us to cherrish until cycles later