My Sweet Memories Of My Childhood Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I play with my sweet memories of My somewhat sweet past Simply I don't find anyone to play With him or with her only innocently Either in the Patos Orchard or in the Old school's playground... All sweet people either passed away or Some emigrated voluntarily or any way Just to find a safer haven to them... I am growing older and this is something Normal for everyone's days just to go ahead... I yearn for my old days when I little kid Who enjoyed all kinds of sweet games with All my pretty friends and all my little Neighbors near all those sweet alleys... I am alone to be only as if that loneliness Is my inevitable fate that chases me anywhere... My sweet childhood reminds me of a lot of Things I enjoyed with those whom I played Greatly, joyfully, and wonderfully anytime... My sweet memories drive me crazily to go Back looking for my sweet past's friend... I am still energetic and strong to be in A world takes your days and makes old... ______________________________________________________________________