040410e Feeling Nostalgic Poem by Manonton Dalan

oh! i heard my real name
i feel home with my friends
i remember way back then
we all giggles for anything
'til that wide eyed beckons
drives us in our small corner

we start with tiny whispers
pssst! give me my pencil
wait i broke mine; waitttt!
if texting is available, yes
that could be expensive
max-out all month long

chase each other; no reason
wrestle like baby bears
i guess we have extra energy
we have carefree attitude
i really love those days
even my nasty real name