#WritcoPoemPrompt29
Remarkable was the day of your birth,
Remarkable was your childhood,
And the years that followed too soon,
Remember your journey one last time,
Before you close your eyes...

Days are just like passing wind,
neither can they be caught or reversed,
we recall moments that moved us,
significantly memories mark the old days.

Nothing seemed hard until indeed it was,
every idea was acted on promptly,
with faint desires that arrested our minds,
moving us towards a wrong..right thing.

Right now on rainy days we run away,
back in the days we used to run in rain,
enjoying sleep only when there was rain,
cooking what we can't eat...all in vain,

There was no media...no technology,
there was hide and sick...our physiology,
time was based on our psychology,
maturity arose when we faced biology.

Love was real when everything was equal,
sharing and caring made everyone kind,
lacking sometimes but pretending its fine,
I learnt that a broken pencil can still write

Life was like a tree with sweet fruts,
nothing was impossible...we had faith,
tears fall whenever I blow a candle,
knowing my yesterday will never come again.


IG:costa_nucho.
#the_old_days.



© All Rights Reserved