Joys, laughter, fights,
tears and of course all
Love, care, romance; even things quite small
Are now a memory, oh what you cruel time!
Have robbed me off the glory of my youth prime.
Flashing in mind are all those innocent mischiefs
Happiness was the desire king, no sense of griefs
Fear that we knew not, and the tiny heart so bold
Everything a past now, gone is an era of gold.
Left with me now are but the petty rules to bind
My life entirely bereft of the joys of all kind
Willing desperately to go back now I turn behind
How badly I wish time that I could rewind.
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