Do you remember when we played around in the mud?
Or when we ran around in the field?
Oh! sweet childhood.
I remember how you made us loud in the neighborhood.
Oh! when will you ever come back?
We come back every day looking brown or black.
Sweet sweet childhood will you ever come back?
So many have missed you.
But yet you never show up.
Sweet childhood, I guess you are gone forever.
© Michelle Muna