My Childhood Memoirs
As I became aged and older
my memoirs of childhood became stronger
These memoirs draw me back
to those dreamful days of innocence
and love.
Sometimes, I think,
where are my golden friends of early childhood ?
They are all now fathers
and waiting to be grand fathers...
I remember deeply
the mango-groove of my village home
when the storm knocks down
the mangoes to the ground ....
Also that small river that is murmuring
beside my cottage in the woods....
Oh, my golden childhood, oh
come back again
and again
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