Bygone!

Bygone!

There are rights there are wrong,

There are stories and untold song,

There are young and there are old;

These are memories from days long-gone.

Hide and seek behind the creek,

Balls and sticks till the fingers bleed;

Garden fruit and valley of flower,

Dirt and dust when cloud thundered shower.

Summery heat and wintry chill,

The brazen clashes and all those thrill;

Paper boat war and mud sling shots,

Girls are cool and all chums hot.

Clammy hands and filthy feet;

We hung on and we all eat,

Nocturnal movies and many plan sheets;

With every new enthusiasm, heart double beats.

Now I sit here and rock the chair,

And look at myself and back at time;

Even now those memories make me shine,

A verse committed to those days – divine.

Shamsud

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