When my memories pervade my mind,
Those breathtaking thoughts trail behind me.
Playing the games with street children
They quarreled with pals to win.
Being late to come home,
And mother’s chiding in harsh tone
Sneaking a look at mother,
And has a studying fear
Those bygone alluring days,
Try to memorize them in many ways.
But the allure of that day,
Will not return to me again.