Childhood Holidays - Poem by Stephen Paul
Hopping and jumping,
From the schools did we come...
Monkeys we did become...
The excitements remained the same,
Whether it was summer or cold...
Continued and continued,
Even after we became a bit old...
School contacts started to lose,
As we stepped into our college shoes...
Life seemed much amazing,
Searching for those holidays were our nights passing...
With watered mouths we saw,
The kids playing during their holidays...
We became the monkeys,
Fed by the hays...
Got our jobs,
And got the responsibilities on our tops...
Forgot the meaning of those holidays,
As we were no more a part of those childhood days...
Missing those holidays,
Missing the hide n seeks...
Missing our true buddies,
Missing those sweet memories...
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