There were days when I was buried ;
Under the trials and tribulations of childhood,

I had a clown that didn't have hair;
I had a kitchen set and a dining with a chair,

I had my cousin with whom;
I played as a tenant and landlord,

When the Sundays would about to end,I would have a frown;
Daddy!No snacks for me ,nor any chocolate brown!

With my eyes filled with Innocence;
I would sit under my bed,
Annoyed from Daddy until he brought all The lollies,

Mum would be staring at him;
And with a flying kiss,I would already book the menu for the next Sunday,
And Daddy would be ready for that very say!

As I grew my innocence flew;
There were more responsibilities and less fun;
There were ideals under the sun,

I would be engrossed in earning a livelihood;
My Innocence will take the form of

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It was my 23 rd birthday on 1 st March and somehow I got nostalgic about my childhood and how now my life would be busy earning a livelihood and instead of a kid I am in the state of WoManHood