The Old, Familar faces..

A poem by Charles Lamb. I love it just because of the fact that it gives anyone a ray of hope.. to reach the horizon before the sun totally sets. There was once a time in all our lives when those old, familiar faces would turn back at us and give a sweet smile, a million dollar smile that defined “Life” at its very best! Today, I might lose all my friends because we may not stay in touch after school. But yes, I will always be content with the fact that i once had them as friends and that i may meet them again, all the Old Familiar faces..

The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces--

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Charles Lamb



I leave school. Friends. Teachers. Don't want to be melodramatic but, yes, I will miss them so much. Seems as if I'm abandoning life. Everyone has to move. It's about the survival of the fittest. You've got to survive this mad race. I'm ready to move on, move on with a hope of meeting and rejoicing with the old familiar faces again.. the paradox is that my heart, my soul is still in those empty corridors, noisy classrooms, the open ground...