Painting - Group Work

Down the Memory Lane

 

I took a stroll down to those old memories
down my memory lane,
To that bygone age of innocence and games,
When with a smile i used to sing,
and getting high meant on a swing.
When happiness and life were playmates still,
nothing yet shattered, nothing yet to heal.
When a simple hug filled my heart with joy,
and the only things broken were my toys,
When i stared with wonder at those passing cars,
at the colors of the rainbow,
at the shooting stars,
When a plastic gun was my greatest treasure,
and a spider on the wall was my only fear.
That was the time of climbing hills and trees,
When tears were shed for only skinned knees.
When with my father, I walked the miles,
and fights with friends were lost in smiles,
That was the time with no shades of grey,
Where dreams and realities mingled away,
When i had not known any pain or sorrow,
and goodbyes meant only till tomorrow.
If only time would relent this once,
and grant me with another chance,
I would not waste another day in vain,
If only i could be a child again.