#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,

Fields to run and Fruits to steal,
We remember it all,
It is as pure as gold!

Morning we run,
Evening we sleep,
Those grandparent tales now we cherish!

Seems like Good Old Days
Will never be off the sight.

© Sara M.