My childhood days i romp down the streets <br />In mere pant and in public i pee <br />And to merry in rains with friends i plead <br />I say the sun - an orange big and ripe <br />And i wonder about the moon at night <br />Who owns the white banana in the sky? <br />Will it fall like manner? I am its spy <br /> <br />I looked at my dad and said <br />I want to ride, in unlike yours, a car <br />White, shinning with no scar <br />I want to live in a house sky high <br />I want to marry, like yours, a pretty wife <br />With whom i will spend my whole life <br />Must i leave my childhood days? <br />Days of romping down the streets <br /> <br />I looked at grandpa and said <br />I want to be called, like you, a sage <br />To win accolades with my old age <br />I want to sit with my grandchildren someday <br />To tell to them the life's best ways <br />Must i leave my childhood day? <br />Days of romping down the streets <br /> <br />After old age it's nothing but death <br />Oh sad! I wish never to die <br />I wish time take its last chime <br />And stay forever calm <br />That i may enjoy my days <br />Of romping down the streets<br /><br />Abubakar Abdulkadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-days-9/
