The Old Days

I miss the old days

When happiness seems to be around

With everything, I am so fond…

When I don’t worry about my look

Nor I bother being poor

I miss the old days

When the sun shines endlessly

And I don’t care what the people say,

Playing with authentic friends

Genuine laughters, I love to hear

I miss the old days

Taking photos on the hills

Floating boat is my special skill

Sliding through the muddy soil

And my life seems in control

I miss the old days

When things might be queer and strange

And small things, I always fear

But I find happiness in the simplest things

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