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The Glory Of Childhood - Sweet Poem
I happened to see in his eyes,
Beaming with happiness they were,
Nothing to worry about,
It was the glory of childhood.
He walked past me steadily,
I saw my image in him,
The 'me' which was lost now,
Lost in the glory of childhood.
He stood there for a while,
Observing with an innocent heart,
The world which flew past him,
Was this the glory of childhood?
I flew back to my past,
And wondered how time changes us,
We stand and endure the wrath of time,
Leaving behind the glory of childhood.
Times which I would never relish,
Times which have been lost in dark,
Times which I want back from life,
Are there in the glory of childhood.