Why do we leave behind those days of childhood?
The innocence and faith for what we call worldliness and tact..
It was the same dream again
Wish the golden days were back
When all I cared for was time to play
And a loving hug from mom made my day
When homework was the only worry
And love and hate meant maths and history
When ice cream van jingles excited
And happily were rhymes recited
When I danced on the roof in the rain
And later sent little boats down the lane
When paper planes flew in class
And lunch hour always seemed scarce
When I chased butterflies and counted stars
And searched for shapes in the clouds afar
When museums were boring and picnics were cool
And I made a zillion excuses to try and miss school
When friendships were sworn for life
And friends stood by in punishment time
When laughter rang no rhyme or reason
And my ambition changed with every season
When I was amazed by the world at large
And learned something new every hour
When dad’s appreciation was the nobel prize
And happiness was that yellow bike
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