Those were the days.

Reminiscing childhood life,

days were carefree.

Mess was encouraged,

faults were forgiven.

Despite told what not to do,

imagination was spree.

Those were the days,

almost forgotten.

. . .

Reflecting today,

bound by commitments.

Problems are not to play,

troubles have price to pay.

Being tailed what to do,

imagination challenged to zero.

These are the days,

constantly reminded.

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