When We gather

This was the poem I wrote when I was n 8 th class I guess I was 12 or 13 years old, then.

So here we go:

On the occasions when we gather ,

All the time we spent together,

when there was nothing to bother,

All the lovely day,

and all the ways.

All the things I know, I now also remember,

all the hugs and all the bugs,

with sometimes happiness and sometimes sadness,

with sometimes love and sometimes madness,

with sometimes I rejoiced and sometimes I cried,

at that time we be composed, the best I tried.

On the occasions when we gather,

All the times we spent together.