At twilight, as I bid another day good-bye,
These vivid memories of youth flood my mind's eye:-
Ebullient freshmen ensconced in quaint quonset huts,
Nudged, prodded Jesuit-style, we were taught to have guts.
Eventually, we also had morning classes
Out there at Loyola Heights - (where lovely lasses
Distracted us, lunchtime, at the U.P. canteen).
Each lad with the proms in mind had his secret queen...
Mine, I still believe, was the very loveliest.
A guidon, an aegis, this is our life-long quest--
No true Atenean can forget-- "Mens sana
In corpore sano." Here's the final scena:
Love pure and chaste (like that mad old knight) - from afar,
Ad Deus, Never Falter, Go Follow Your Star!
By Skep/vdeperalta
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