Call of Memories

Memories of distant past Gently taps this lonely soul Those faery days Tip-toed about and whispers, "Little one, come on and out, Adulthood is depressing and ruthful. Look at the green pastures, The shiny vale, The playful glow-worms; You made them lonely hearts. Come on and play once more, come on. Look at the rainfall, The bubbles out there, Longs for your sole company. Why mooned about here now? Burst out in laughter. Why rueful, kid? Remember your childhood, and come back. Adulthood is darkness; Growing, a curse And almost always Happiness has mere chance Close your eyes, child, And come back".