Childhood Days

Gone are the days I use to run and play, under the sun with mud, toys and clay I used to dream about the dragons I slayed, on the green grass where I use to lay I didn't use to worry or hurry about a thing, and loved to hear other kids sing Never did I worry what future might bring, I only worried about more lemon drinks My best friends were my siblings, with whom I had good close links The more I think about my childhood, I want to go back if I could