The Good Old Days Poem by Siryoc ( Zeinab Mahsa )

What I had before time flies,
Was a world of my own dreams,
Whatever my heart most wanted,
It was served, just at ease.
With no delay, like magic's.

I asked for the merry songs,
Singing, fairies floated by,
My world was just in the sky,
So bright, so blue, and so high.
And my dream was to fly.

In my land there was no lie,
Neither conceit, nor cry.
I was a child, with a golden heart,
And all my land and I knew was love.
I used to sleep with heaven's lalabai.

A golden heart has a sharp sense
Imagination is what it takes
My childhood palace was built in its place
Right in the kingdom of reminiscence.
And my mind's eyes were wide open.

But time past,
I knew it won't last.
So the wind blew
And swept all I knew
Everything was crushed, just collapsed.

I was left there, away and alone,
With no world, no land, no home.
So all I could do for more,
Was to assemble another dome.
Right on earth, the world of all's own.

And I grew up to an adult.