I miss my swing, I miss my whip,
I miss my mother's grip,
my dirty hands and my soiled feet
my filthy face, my innocence.
I miss the way i used my slipper,
the incorrect way of wearing my t-shirt
I miss my friends and their sweet grins,
the way we talk and brag,
I miss the places where we used to play-
I miss my childish years yeah!
i miss my innocence.
simple but made me pause for a while.. God bless you mi amigo! ! !
The sense of nostalgic longing for the days of childhood left behind is powerfully expressed here! If a young man feels so much, how much more we elders miss the bliss of childhood and innocence! This is a very sweet write Cuyam!
Very nicely narrated it, beautiful words.......... I miss the places where we used to play- I miss my childish years yeah
I take away a feeling of growing up and reflecting on whats gone
A well crafted write clearly describing fun memories of yesterday that still vividly live within your mind and heart! 10+++ Thank you for sharing amigo and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
Great job in putting together the words which goes right through the heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i reckon everyone will be able to relate to that well done mate!