The days of warmth, I still remember,
The moments of boredom and deep slumber;
The way we used to camp in a small number;
And the songs we sang around the dying ember.
Every laughter we shared all those years ago,
All those jokes we cracked every second or so,
And the meaningless quarrels that lasted a day or more,
Flashed across my mind as I rocked to and fro.
The falling leaves swirled around me in the breeze,
And carpeted the pathway with apparent ease.
The sight of this familiar place made me freeze,
This path full of memories made my ...