In the children's playground in the park by the bay
The joy in the laughter of children at play
A happy sound that does bring joy to my day
Laughter is the best medicine as some like to say
Reminds me of the time when i was a young boy
The games in the school yard at the lunch break i used to enjoy
But only the memories with me now remain
Of something that was but will not be again
The great gift of youth is a wonderful thing
And of it as the saying goes it must have it's fling
On this warm evening in the Fall of the year
The laughter of children a happy sound for to hear
Takes me to my boyhood in Seasons long gone
And only the memories of what was live on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At play in joy children give laughter and this fills mind entirely. Memories live in highly mental state. Wonderful drafting is shared really. Nicely penned....10