30 past 5,
Was thinking of my college days
probably the best time
we all have in our lives,
because the memories are
so worthwhile and beautiful.
As it gets cooler and quiet
30 past
6,
and I
see those shades
of the
sky, looking upon me.
Walking
or driving,
Talking
or texting,
I can
listen
to the
cuckoo’s voice,
some
unwanted horns
and
some children giggling
and
running and quarrelling,
the
beautiful childhood.
This
takes me back
to my
pre-teens
when me
and my friends
used to
cycle and play
Ma used
to remind
of the
time to home and books
30 past
7,
it got
even quieter and
not so
joyous then,
but
today it’s all beautiful
and so
will now be
when my
hair grows white
and I’m
left with no tooth,
because
it’s all beautiful
in memories
and childhood.
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