Poetry for the grown-up kid in you, the good old days that you wish would come back. But you know all you could do is dwell on those sweet, happy memories.
The Days Are Gone
We used to play on a small verandah that looked like a large playground.
When we used to share our lunchboxes in every corner of the classroom, happiness was more than anything.
When the bicycle ride felt like a flight.
When a single penny would make us happier than big notes.
When we were free to do anything and everything that made us happy.
The days are gone,
When everything looked easy and joyous.
When you were sad and crying, and at that moment, there was someone behind you who would make you happy.
But the experience of those days always makes me happy, makes me hopeful, and forces me to recreate those moments again.