The poem-- "The Juvenile Days"

I truly get dumbfounded

To look back at the days I had once,

And to get them back again,

I will not be given any chance.

I do not burst into remorse,

Knowing this outrageous fact well;

If my soul tries to force,

It would simply fail.

First, to a nursery school,

Then to a kindergarten one;

Now, I just can’t mull

How they all are gone.

Whenever I take an expedition

Down my memory lane,

I do not receive anything

But lots of pain.

I become astonished to think

How great those juvenile days were;

But, all went away in a wink,

Forever, forever, forever…

Many hands in a lunchbox,

Many children at a play,

Always ready for others to coax,

To be ever-happy, ever-gay.

Am I having a perfect time?

Does everything happen for good?

Now, I yearn to get back to

The days of my childhood.

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