Down the memory lane

Gone are those days of innocence

When happiness  seemed to stay.

Nobody cares a tuppence,

For all the little delights of a child;

Like catching fireflies,

Chasing the rabbits in the wild,

The summer swings at our granpa’s,

Racing down the slides

Like eagles swooping down

And emerging like phoenixes of renewed vigour

Climbing back to the top, only

To slide down with an uproar and glee.

Then comes a time when,

Children are lost in the grind.

These happy souls forget to laugh

Happy giggles are burnt at stake 

That’s  diplomacy and attitude they say

They become social animals,

their uproar and glee,

Is never for a good reason;

THE CHILD IS, THE FATHER OF MAN.

              (written for NGPIT magazine 2015)