My Lost Childhood Poem by amarkumar iyer

In my thoughts, I go back the old way,
Where I enjoyed, lived, laughed and played.
Childhood for me was tension-free and sober.
Those days were diamond, gold. This is copper.

Time shed my age like leaves from a tree.
I dislike this bondage. I desire to be again free.
All that's left is memory, in my heart, they will stay.
It's treasured, it's valued, it will never fade away.

The holidays with parents, the love, the bond
Playful days, plentiful evenings, watchful pond.
The child is lost, the youth found in new art
Still captures the moments, memories in my heart.

It is all gone. Only memories remain.
I know it does not go back -- life's train.
The days of childhood -- so pure, so true
Filled with piety, ignorance, innocence -- me and you.