The little things we did
How colossal a memory
Memory not forgotten
Time flies leaving it all behind
A little walk we took
Under the rain drops
Washing and splashing
In the dirty sticthes
Time flies leaving it all behind
Kinda folks up the glass house
Looking down with awkwardness
We laughed for no life they had
Freedom in communion
With nature, they never had
Their own slaves they become
We felt no cheating
No discretion for discrimination
In oneness we communed
A place we had to share
All we took in carefulness
Now has become a memory
Worth remembering
Of how time flies
_Ituen, Mfonobong (Funky'sinK ✍️)
Time: 5: 52
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