Poetry

Childhood Days

It was a time when all was carefree
We studied, played and had no worry

We left for school at the crack of dawn
Studied our way through every morn

We were home by early afternoon
Lunch, homework, and a break with cartoons

In the evening, we ran out to play
Climbed trees, kicked balls, laughed our fears away

We swung on swings and rode our bikes
Played in the mud like little tykes

 

We skinned our knees or broke a bone
While falling from trees or tripping on a stone

We returned to our homes at sundown
Tired, happy and without a frown

With dinner done, to bed we went
Read a story after a day well-spent

We fell asleep and dreamed all night
Waiting to wake for the morning light

I still have scars from those skinned knees
They bring back to me, fond memories

Of childhood days when I worked and played
The lessons of which, have always stayed

(c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (21 September 2016)

You Might Also Like

4 Comments

  • Reply
    Lata Sunil
    September 21, 2016 at 1:31 pm

    Thats a cute poem. Applies to me too. It brought back so many fond memories.

  • Reply
    Elizabeth Woods
    February 6, 2017 at 8:05 pm

    nice site lady 🙂 and lovely to meet you on Sunday …. ooops sorry I didn’t pay ;/ …. XXX

Leave a Reply

CommentLuv badge

Close
error: Content is protected !!