When I was just another first year
Scared, nervous and ignorant
I used to hide under your great wings
Where I found
Warmth and assurance
We were so intimate
My friends used to call me by your name
A sweet nickname
I still remember
But you were old
Old and unfashionable
They couldn’t change your
Old-fashioned ways
So they got rid of you
And
Built a new library
To which I now go
Since I have to read
But do you know
How much I still care
How many times did I visit you?
Now made empty
My eyes filled with tears
I hope, my old love, you feel
How much I still care…
