Gone are those days
where our sight was the road,
no sign, that made us hold.

Gone are those days
where barefoots chased the ball,
wet game, a victory to all.

Gone are those days
where playground were our neighbors yard,
the aunt's shout, was indeed so hard.

Gone are those days
where our tie hung at the back,
the books so heavy, walking like a wack.

Gone are those days
where friends were really friends,
but now it is notioned as trend.

These are the days
where confinement is the space,
friendship on web page
living in a different era;
A beautiful tech world, inside cage.



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