The Youth And Laughter Poem by Muhammad Umair

I grinned at life with perpetual joy,
Although I was a simple, small boy.

The rooms echoed with laughter 
and filled my youth with delight, as the 
Caged birds must find in freedom;
In the lonesome dark, I, now, sit here and hear
The tyrannical tickling of time and with
Tear-stained eyes ask me if I know
'Where the hell the youth and laughter go.'

As I behold it with teary eyes,
What stood there yesterday is 
Now decades old.