The innocence of childhood,
The simplicity of life,
The life far from adulthood,
The existence without strife.
The memory of childhood, runs through my
veins,
Bad enough for the moment to feel my last;
The destiny of adulthood, though it made no
gains,
Still is better than the past.
Not every memory of childhood is joyful,
Not every moment is cherished;
Some memories are happy and playful,
Others make me feel like I'd better be perished.
©saadat
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