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Nostalgia

Teddies, dogs, barbies and dreams,
Chocolate, butterscotch, strawberry ice-creams,
Fairies and princes in their magical palace,
The villains with their black evil malice,
School and all its friends, fun and work,
Home and in it, Cartoon Network!
Building friends and our playground,
The broken tooth that was never found,
New clothes and new hair pins to match with them,
Toys and colouring books by the dozen,
Tellytubbies, Noddy and Scooby Doo,
That one school trip to the zoo,
Wearing mom's clothes and her huge shoes,
A new pen and pouch driving away the exam blues,
Wanting to grow up, wanting to be tall,
Tired of being the youngest one and small,
Tired of being called the kid,
Learning to cycle, learning not to skid,
Falling, bleeding, yelling and crying,
Not understanding what was meant by 'dying',
Envying mom for not having exams,
Wanting to be the celebrity with all those fans,
Dreaming of the day with no school,
The day I'll be a teenager, young and cool,
These have become things of the past,
Things to remember till memory lasts,
Duties and rights are now officially mine,
But a lot I left behind in that sacred shrine,
As I grow older and taller, I realize,
I'd like to be innocent rather than wise,
That muddy games and grimy hands,
Those childhood dreams and future plans,
Were so much better than what it is now,
Living through each day, its highs and lows,
When life throws something new every day,
I remember those days when Mom used to say,
"It's good to be a kid, to be young and carefree,
Growing up is not as good as it seems to be"
Now it's all about dreaming of being a child,
Being immature once again, crazy and wild,
For day-dreaming, as now I am berated
I wonder, when did life get so complicated?
Innocence is bliss and childhood is a time,
That'll always be special, always be mine.

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