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I miss the days we used to cry on our way to school
I mean we tried to be our best and still we were cool
I miss the days we used to play together in the sand
The moments when the oldies watched and took humility lessons from us under the sun
I miss the days we used to fly paper planes and polythene kites
Our dreams and aspirations flew higher with them in the limitless skies
I miss the days we used to run around with our cloths tied around our waists and held up high
We were fearless against the rough winds of young life
I miss the days we used to have our bath outside
We used to remind them about how we shall exit this world the same way we entered as outsiders
I miss the days we used to play in the rain
Our little hearts felt how cold the world is and yet still we reign
I miss the days we used to have fear for dark places
It reminds me of how we conquered together with bright smiles on our faces
I miss the days we used to listen to stories
We heard those tales and kept them in our cute heads to make our future top stories
I miss the days we used to wear masks to feel the difference
We were just not ashamed of where we came from, just fun and no pretence
I miss the days we used to hunt for shells at the shores
Little explorers as we were, we came out of our shells leaving behind our chores
I miss the days we wanted to grow older
To have this joy and peace even bigger and better
Thank God! We made… wait! I thought we would have aged together
I looked back, my little version wore a smile
“Go on! Grow! Don’t worry, old me! we can still cover so many miles…

 

El Manolo

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