Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Our Childhood Reminiscences


But this is how we were when kids;
And this is how most passed childhood;
We dressed and played all kinds of games;
We never knew what risks, life brings.

Our childhood life was best of all;
Our parents met our every want;
What love they gave, we can’t repay;
Our lives went off in dreams and play.

Those pleasant days cannot come back;
The memories are evergreen;
As children we were angelic!
Oh, what a change when now adults!

Those were the days of real joy;
A little pain was there, sometimes;
To most, it was a care-free life;
We wish but can’t go back in time!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-27-2007

Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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