Alas, time has flew swiftly
Leaving memories of our childhood days
Of what things to do and words to say
Those days of uncertainty
Of those times failed to laugh
The way others laughed with their soul
When those eyes stared far and beyond
As dreams slumber like slimy goal
What is there in childhood days?
To ponder thoughts of few memories
Fondly reminisce as the music played
A memory of life’s light and shade
If there are memories worth remembering
Those are just what today and tomorrow bring
Of every sad and happy memory
Those were the days; I say
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