Give me back, the days that are gone.
The morning, the night, the dusk, the dawn
Give me back the pleasure of childhood
When nothing seamed bad but all was good.
The troubles days, the carefree nights.
Give me back my dolls, my kites,
A heart for anyone that held no hate
But now has turned into a closed gate
Give me back the joy and the fun
The taste of that life, give me back some
It pain, my heart, when I see each day
The innocent time just slipping away.
It tears my heart for the child inside
wants to come out and not to be tied.
Heyy niice... i really like this......even i feel this longing to go back into my childhood days...id do anythin to have it back..... cheers! , Sanober K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, you may get them back in the world of poetry. Nice work!