CHILDHOOD
Once upon a time, we dreamt of growing older
Carrying big dreams, little as we were younger
Look now friend at all the years gone,
Do you still wish you’d missed none?
Those little games we constantly played
Hide and seek mostly, after me, you often searched
You were the winner and I often cried when I lost,
But you would shed tears when I fall, the price those games cost
Never thought life would do us part
We grew up and two ways we were set apart
A new journey in your life and mine,
Comes to remind me that those days were a far-fetched time
But I swear by all the memories in my heart and yours beating
To those same old places, I would come up again sitting
Turning back the wheel of time,
The time of our childhood, to which our innocence rhymes.
(Dedicated to my childhood friend ‘Mona’ in memory of the golden times)
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