Untitled.....

It's hard to forget de memories of de past,
And it's consuming to embrace de present...
Still they hang around,de worries about de future,
Wish to have only hope and peace of mind to nurture....

A time was there when freedom was to be enjoyed,
A time was there when freedom was to be lived...
Remember, as a child in a world of our own,
And all that was left behind when we were grown...

Brothers and sisters been around to mess up,
And all those cute little frnds to cheer you up...
By blowing de candles on cake, birthdays were celebrated,
And we were far too proud to boast about the year added...

We sang, we played, we cried and we made fun,
We ran, we hid, we were way too many but one....
We climbed, we fell, we got caught and we fled,
We loved, we prayed and now in memories we bleed...

Then came the school and along came the new life,
Learned a lot,subjects, new languages and how to strife...
With added bunch of friends we again laughed,
With added mischief's in our minds we giggled...

Each passing year pushed us to the next level,
Each passing year studies got us into a new hell...
Still we went around saying we are big enough,
And dont dare to mess with us, we are real tough..

Along came the college with lots of strange feelings,
And with each year the circle of friends increasing...
And we were in rush to be the 'Seniors', then de senior most...
Can't express how it was, to be there completely lost...


Time flew by too fast and we didn't stop to notice,
We were far too busy getting into life's real motives...
We forgot to pause it and live a little longer,
As we were far into the process of getting smarter and older...

Now we realize old is always not that gold,
Specially age and thtz what we now try to hide...
Now each year added, carries its own bundle,
And life's getting busier and busier to handle...

Being a child back then wasn't tht hard,
But we had far too many demands on the card...
And all we cud pray was to grow up soon,
Now can't say growing up was a curse or a boon...

Can't go back to those happy days, still we wish to..
Can't rewind the ever ticking clock, still we dream to..
Even though we know time doesn't have a reverse gear,
But still we want to take the ride back.. oh dear...

This lines are titled "Untitled"... So here's ur job to title it in ur own way.. do put in ur experiences too.. ok.....