#NostalgicVerse

I remember the day,
When my friend and I.
Wants to try something new,
A little naughty as I view.

But a perfect act for a duo,
As we plan just for two.
Watch out and let's sneak,
Crawl harder don't be weak.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," you said,
Told you I wanted to lead.
This spiky leaves on top,
Sending us to stop.

Remember the taste,
If we stop, what a waste!
Think tart yet not sour,
It smells like a jasmine flower.

Overpoweringly sweet,
Like how we loved to eat.
Go on the move sneaky kid,
Bow our heads and hid.

Between these spiky leaves,
Don't worry about our undersleeves.
I'm sure it's gonna mark a scar,
But later we are gonna eat that tart.

As we picked so many,
We went back carrying plenty.
Excited to chop into pieces,
Cooking is one of our wishes.

Now it's happening at the age of ten,
No clue what's next then.
We put all of it into a pan,
The way we stir like a witch fan.

We're both asked,
Fire out and both of us laughed.
Doubted what it tasted like,
But just like the other kid's life.

We dig our nostalgic,
Being a kid once is magic.
Now that we're getting old,
That scene as we always told.

We did hazy crazy things,
Our friendship starts, brings.
A different color, laughter blast,
The way how our age turns fast.

Nostalgia grips us all at times,
Those memories flood in mind.
Gives me strength and power,
Especially when my life is sour.



© RoseVielga