Reminisce those good old Sundays
Full of joy and Fun days
No Work, No study, just games and TV
Get nostalgic, and remember those good old Sundays,
Remember getting up early,
And cycling through the narrow lanes in the fields
Returning home for that special Sunday supper,
With those muddy feet, dirty clothes and red cheeks
Remember climbing those trees,
We had given our names,
Getting hurt we’d return home
And giggle after getting berated by Mom!
Gone is the time of picnics and play
Shouting, yelling we had celebrated the vacations of May,
No Work, No study, just games and TV
Get nostalgic, and remember those good old Sundays.
(28-06-2007)
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Nice one.. Remember the good old days... Keep writing & cherishing
in this one, you r the person i m talking to... u are the other one listening to me in this poem. wish i could just go back in time and live it again.