The last pages of my book

I open my book
and turn first page.
I feel freshness of school.

I turn second page
I feel something sweet.
More pages turn over
suddenly my heart beats
as if I am about something else.

The school veranda,
gifted me experiences
"no,that's not I am talking about".
I turned my pages egerly
each page turns
my heart beats double.

Here comes,
the last pages of my book.
like friends
they stick together
like friends
they hold tight each other's hand.
like friends
they rise and fall same time.

The last pages of my book
taught more valuable lessons
than rest
The lessons that enclose
the value of best friends.