The Golden Days
THE GOLDEN DAYS
I sit to write my childhood spun,
Those memories I carry are just like none.
When Yes was 'yes ' and No was 'no',
No stress No worries all time to flow.
Rise up early for the lovely day,
To see what pleasure overlay.
With mommy's love and unconditional care,
And daddy's super grooming powers to share!
Could I repeat my crazy thinks,
With friends gregarious who equally linked.
For being the best of best in slots,
Or jumping off those walls and knots.
Copyright © Ayesha Ansar Khan | Year Posted 2023
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