Childhood
A life is precious
For it can only be lived once
But a phase that
Just like the twinkling streetlight
Comes up and floods the memory gates
And fills the eyes with a sparkle and euphoria
And sometimes the heart with tears of happiness and reminiscence,
Those are the days
We learn to walk, talk and stumble
Get crappy and play tantrums and crumble
But at the end of the day
Hug the pillow and under the sheets we snuggle
Are the days of
childhood.
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