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

The days of plate and walk,
Are no brainer to chase,
They refer to the old memories,
Of my babyhood,

The days of hate and talk,
Are no more to grace,
They show my bold memories
Of my manhood,

The days of fate and balk,
Are not easy to trace,
They depict my told stories,
Of my parenthood,

The days of mate and falk,
Are hard to replace,
They refine my cold memories,
Of my mate hood,

The days of late and stalk,
Are tough to grimace,
They line my unfold stories,
Of my fatherhood.

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