The Lost Age
Something I've lost That grief still chases me; I want to get it back at any cost, What I used to be. The games which I played The friends which I made; The environment of the grade, I still remember those days which I laid. Lots and lots of games with no rules, But a sense of happiness and joy as we all were fools, Who know nothing but enjoy. The sand mountains, the toy trains, The car of clay and the paper planes, The anxiety in hide and seek The thrill in sliding from the peek. The paper boats in rain, Used to sail astonishingly, Without a mast and main. Now silence surrounds me, Everybody is hectic in their work. No friends, just ego no glee; It's a sudden jerk in the vast life of me. Somewhere that eagerness to get, But something does not let What I want. Anyway, I just turn the page Whenever I read about my lost age.
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