Growing Up Poem

Precious Childhood Days

I was just missing my childhood days, so this was the outcome!

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Golden Days

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Published: July 2016

Those were the days...

When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.
All I ever did was play
With building blocks and molding clay.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Used to write the alphabet
With white chalks on a slate,
Waved a silly goodbye every day
To the dog roaming in front of my gate.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Near the corner of the park, at the end,
We fought tiny wars with our friends,
Were so carefree, never had to pretend,
Had all the food in lunches our mothers would send.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Though it's impossible, I'd like to try
To press a button and go back in time.
Far from the business of loss and gain,
Away from the feelings of grief and pain,
To be that naughty girl once again,
To live that good life once again.

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