The CA Bus
Its been a good five years now,
Of classes- at different levels in a row.
Surprise, as it always had in store,
With lessons that went straight above.
It was initially hard to break out of the shell,
And bond with the ones who had nothing to tell.
It took time as it always does,
All that mattered was we caught the bus.
This was the bus that drove us around,
In the name of classes we were bound.
It's probably destiny that you meet,
Coz everyone boarded from a different street.
For now the final stop has come,
As you see the last of ' some'...
For life always has a bigger plan,
With a lot more buses to board and man.