Taking pleasure in small things,
Beneath a nest of stars, untroubled wings.
A candy lighting up the eyes,
The face that can outshine the sun in skies!
Oh, yes! Glorious were the days of childhood.
Believing in the tales like the little Red Riding Hood!
Beneath a nest of stars, untroubled wings.
A candy lighting up the eyes,
The face that can outshine the sun in skies!
Oh, yes! Glorious were the days of childhood.
Believing in the tales like the little Red Riding Hood!
Innocence is the essence,
Vibrant is their presence.
Mouth full of questions,
With no hidden intentions.
Oh, yes! Beautiful are the memories,
Holding together all the melodies.
The joy of playing in the rising swings,
Believing in queens and kings.
There is joy, laughter, and trust,
Small but just!
Oh, yes! Carefree were those days,
Proudly wearing dad’s badge of praise!
Dolls and cars and play,
They want it all and in their own way!
Fussy with homework,
Playing with food and fork.
That is what we all did, didn’t we?
He, she, they, you and me…
Day 7 UBC
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