Can we ever turned back the hands of time?
Set it to those days we saw the cock epilepticaly dance to woo mother hen,
to days we play under the rain as kids,
Days we jangol over life and watch the youths whistle to their lovers.
Will that day ever pass again, thought they said the world rotates
Tell me bro I pray,
Will childhood ever smile at us again
Are we ever going to hunt the rodents in the wood
Or go in search of the mushrooms in the bush
When will we ever get the chance to chase after thieves or play robber bands on the streets
Oh! Childhood took a life vacation and left us with a movie called memories
YOU ARE READING
childhood ends with me (a collection of poetry)
Poesíathis is my first work, it is a collection of my favorites poems, written by myself, you will like it.
