Nostalgic Past
Of rural lovely memories
Didn't bother me to drop some tears
Or dare to think of more worries,
Twenty nineteen is now ending;
This creeps into my little mind,
Boyhood memories come rushing
The plan must now be realigned.
Those were the times when days were long
When the brooks sang and the flowers smiled
Joyfully we hummed and jogged along
On this journey of a glorious ride.
They were all friends the people we met
Exchanging stories and glad we did
We plowed the field and watched the sunset
We worked, we played and we studied.
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