Childhood

As I think of days that have gone by,
Memories stir deep inside, I think I wanna cry...

My mind's suddenly all so stunned,
And those life's precious lessons I had learned...

All of it is like a bitter sweet symphony,
Every day I've lived is but a crippling irony...

Each of those days I spent on playground,
Friends and friendship that I had found...

As time went by, my mates got few,
Life's tough, a bitter pill I had to chew...

I remember my childhood, a distant dream,
Time waits for none, this makes me scream...

The world keeps moving, I must go on,
Sweet and fragrant, but each rose has a thorn...

P.S.: Hopefully, this article will be published in the magazine 'Young Endeavour' (2008-09), which is the annual college magazine of Narsee Monjee College of Commerce and Economics