My Lost Childhood Is Alive Comments

I always lost my self in his world of dream vast, I dig the childhood cave to find the treasure hid, A pot with jewels, pearls, diamonds, covered lid

The child within me is alive, he is playing within, - - -we would do well if we lived each day with this goal in mind

The child within me will be only mine forever, When I will be put into grave he'll be out forever, Words are alive on the pages of any kind of book, O My child! Worry not, you'll be deep river, O brook, - -How beautiful the composition is! Indeed one can't forget his or her childhood till to death. Nicely envisioned. Many thanks sir.