Childhood's Memory
Loneliness is a total lockdown
Put in jail of no liberation
Everyday with mates do frown
When night comes signalling in moon's formation
With pure hearts illness, its hard to mutter good night
And in every opening of the eyes,
You wish comes outside very bright
Dissatisfaction murmured heavy sighs
Morning comes greeting
Laughter praises thy looks
School greets welcome entreating
Your minutes away with books
Break period best others
Fake fighting games place prank
Other times, you cease your druthers
And watch while mates yank
I love and miss those times
Of tease, pranks and jokes
The time fights are no crimes
After all, you are still together good folks
Happy children's day!
20 children dare play for twenty years?
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