My mother tells me about it,
And I also remember a bit,
The time when I was too innocent,
The time which was superb and excellent.
I used to play with my toys,
And my life was filled with happiness and joy,
Life was then exciting and alluring,
But now, it is becoming boring,
I can't forget those days of mine,
In darkness of my life, like the jewels, they all shine,
By chance, due to to good deeds of mine,
If God will ask me for my wish at any time,
I will wish to be smart and good,
But my first preference will be my childhood.
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Poems She Wrote
De TodoThis is a book of poems and quotes some written by your truly others no so much. These are not exactly happy poems so if you don't like that then bye. Just kidding, anyway hope you enjoy this better than my other writings which are crap. P.S. the on...
