Would life ever be so simple?
When
Mornings were for the school
Days were for the friends
Evenings were for the fights with father
Nights were for the movies
Love was at first sight
Tears or laughter meant
spur-of-the-moment
How everything was so amicable?
When
Sincerity ruled the moments
No lies, no plastic smiles,
Or feigned emotions
How everything was so beautiful
When you were yet
Four years to twenty
And weighed less than fifty
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