Sonnet: The Days
In better days we saw the sun shine you and I
We laughed and made sport of our dwindling youth
Adolescence and our childhood we kissed goodbye
Maturity had sprung upon us who were uncouth
Oh to bring back those days of joy we do sigh
When all our lives weren’t based on lies but truth.
In these days we shy away from our feelings
Lost is the spark of life that showed us jubilancy
Over our heads no blue sky hovers only a plastered ceiling
Death looms closer and there is no joy for us to see
Oh God sweet childhood we pray as we are kneeling
To gleam with the heart of a boy is a must for me.
Days to come I shall mold with the hands of a child
Not to live with a sterile mind but a feverish one gone wild.