Days of Youth
In the days of youth when hearts
were bold, on tender feet, we danced
with joy unbound.
Brimming with hopes and dreams,
we saw the world as a beautifully
exciting playground.
With our eyes, we captured the skies,
chased the sun, raced the winds and
enjoyed walks in the morning air.
Oh, and how we laughed chasing
butterflies and rainbows amidst fields
of green without a worry or a care.
There were days when we built sand
castles and played on the beach
while our fathers fished from Sunrise
to Sunset.
I remember how we argued about
whose father would catch the most
fish, and secretly, with our pocket-
money, we would place a bet.
We climbed fearlessly high up into the
Mango and Tamarind trees.
Daring each other to go higher and
higher, searching out bird nests and
sometimes getting stung by bees.
Each day was an adventure and a
new tale.
Our imagination drifted into
daydreams, fuelling our minds with
incredible thoughts that lingered long
after.
In our diaries, we noted special
moments in detail.
Oh, our days of youth were full
of joyful escapades, giggles, tears
and laughter.
As the years passed, we grew older,
but the treasured memories of
our carefree days of youth kept their
shine and glitter.
The days of youth were not always
sugar and spice, but the sweet
outnumbered the bitter.
The spark of our childhood past will
stay forever ablaze.
And the days of our youth will
always remain embedded in our
hearts, never to be erased.
by Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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