Nostalgia Poem by Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe)

Remoting to way far yesterday
As kids, we were thoroughly worn out.
The living condition was drought.
An eternity was any single day.

You know, hungry kids, angry kids.
All daytime spent asleep on a wreck sofa.
So useless with at all no price
That offering it shall you defy.

However, to us at home comfortable,
In your eyes, it should be disposable.
From each side, it had a special cost
More than our own life at any cost.

I can still recall those predicaments,
Childhood period of bitter instants.
Brief span of growth time. Painful!
With irksome studies time to be fruitful.

With no place to put our head in
We spent cold nights under the stars.
The wind invited to cuddle our skin.
So unbearable was it even for a pillar.

This worse way of living as it was,
Became a normal lifestyle to all us.
I couldn't help mentioning it in CV.
Done one day when applying, I was seen crazy.

All those souvenirs of pains rained on me.
Truly, no end and no spare time it can.
Pictured as such, any rain was evil omen.

By chance we found a wreck house:
The roof ripped with a swarm of holes
Which turns into a shower in rains
Dripping rain drops on our poor heads.

After this, our floor used to be a pond.
This life too hard, a situation not to fond.
This was my living passed experience,
Twisted but great in its pure essence...