In days of youth, when life was new
And learning called, I had to do
What many others did as well
Attend that place called “school”.
A structure grand, with rooms so bright
Where knowledge waited day and night
Teachers taught, lessons learned
Friends were made and memories burned
We walked through gates of iron and stone
To halls where wisdom so well known
Our minds were filled with facts and figures
As our imaginations giggled
The playground buzzed with laughter loud
Where games of hide-and-seek allowed
Lunchtime brought friends together round
Sharing stories, secrets found
School days passed as seasons turned
Each one unique, yet all were yearned
For knowledge, growth, and fun we learned
In this place we called “school”
But now those days are gone, alas
Adulthood has taken their place
Though memories remain, oh so bright
Of going to school with such delight

Excellent poem, well done. I tidied it up a little to help keep the scansion.