For these years gone by

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What do I have for these years gone by,
Memories...memories...fresh-fading memories, all that remain.

A joke hopelessly told by him, her brave-hearted folly,
A prank wide-wide off target, aimless verbal volley,
Roaming roads awake at midnight, those unearthly hours,
Scrambling after the holi drench, queues for waterless showers.

Night-outs before exams so many, blaring songs in his room,
Discussions about changing the world, elation, pointless gloom,
Hours of watching coding magic, brilliant minds challenging the limit,
Same minds foxed by simplest of puzzles, ah! humour veiled crazy wit!

And these memories are all that I have now,
For years so many gone by,
Fresh-fading memories...fresh despite fading.
Memories are all, as the years fly.