There was once a time, when we were innocent
If there ever was such
A time when our smiles were real,
Frowns ideal and from the heart
But father time has wrought his iron hands
Moved its hands and alas! We are gone
We grew too fast and misplaced our naivety
All that’s left of that near past
Are our parents, old school and wizened
Disturbing us with their caution and advice
There was a time in the far past
When boys and girls play hide and seek under the moon
A time in our near wizened past
Boys and girls still parry in daylight
But all that is past
Now i can’t trust you with my sister
For wizened night can’t hold us together
10.11,12 Oh! Already exploring beyond courtesy
Boys and girls no more play hide and seek
Now girls seek boys and boys seek girls
And in the cover of darkness innocence is lost
Our full moon crimsoned rosy, can’t stare us in the face
As father time has wrought his iron hands
And with it our innocence is forever lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem