It was a chance meeting, like a melody from a distant chime

We had met decades before, and now looks like life’s clime

Childhood memories flood back like gentle rain.

Talked about friends, classmates twain

The glitter in your eyes spoke about the bygone days

Spake about school days, when we are at lives frays

Good old school days, forever cherished,

In our hearts and minds, they'll never perish,

In a few minutes of talks, we spoke volumes

Speaking about friends, increased our lives cumes

It was a great moment, hope to meet others coincidentally

If not possible in any function, but sure virtually