Golden were the days. Memories are gems.
Child were we. Little hearts and faces young.
Chubby cheeks, creamy skin and rosy lips without any product.
Hearts of angel. No hurts. No distractions.
We're only concerned with the hours we played.
The tears were there but didn't leave any stains.
For the hearts were light and made in the heaven.
Loud laughs. No hold backs. No fear of losing a thing.
For we thought every thing was ours.
Prayed to God for chocolates and friends.
The days are lost and left voids.
Golden were the days. Memories are gems.


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