Childhood

Running around the garden, playing all kinds of games
thinking back now, life will never be the same
sitting here reminiscing and writing all these rhymes
lord knows I'll never forget, those amazingly innocent times

Cricket, touch rugby or running around with toy guns
such happy memories, so much crazy fun
running freely up down the road together
with my cousins and friends,  memories last forever

Playing with figurines and toy cars alike
pretending to be characters from TV that we like
no stress in our lives in those care free days
I miss those years in so many ways

Now we're all grown up, some with kids of their own
our own parents look at us and say ' goodness how they've grown'
watching the next generation, run around like we did
takes me back to those days when no worry was ever needed

The best days of someones lives are always their childhood
full of freedom and fun and the meaning of brotherhood
even if it's playing a bass drum in school
or wearing a cap backwards, to try look cool

looking a the next generation, climbing trees and falling like us
seeing the smiles on their faces, it's just so nuts
the one blessing in an elders life, is to see the children smile
one look and your mind travels for a while

My childhood is something I'd never want to forget
running around happily, without any regrets
someday when we look at our kids with our husbands or wives
we will all relive the best days of our lives

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