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Echoes of my Memories
<p>On the lane of memories</p><p>through the path of childhood.</p><p>I recall those dawns when I wake to walk before the wake of the sun.</p><p>I was a juvenile,full of blood </p><p>but l was subjected to sit with dirty dishes in washing.</p><p>From the tender age of one, </p><p>House stretched far. </p><p></p><p>By seven, my companion grew distant.</p><p>The road become solely mine to tread</p><p>yet my destination drew me on.</p><p></p><p>Those lovely days that I hated so much,</p><p>My childish veil makes me blind to there dot of perfection.</p><p>Now I reminisce on friends and pals-my fleeting kin.</p><p>Home by two, not to miss mickey scene.</p><p>Weakends use to be my joy.</p><p>The time tickled, the clock hidden </p><p>and the days of ten ended.</p><p></p><p>Now that am done with childish mind, I esteem those day.</p><p>I wish to go back, the playdays and the playdates</p><p>with my friends that are like family.</p><p>Faces I wish to see today to become a child,</p><p>even maturity will not be skillful enough to contend it.</p><p>Those days were not sweet until now,</p><p>those hard days now with bitter memories.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Have I mislay those hated loved days? </p><p>Thays of now I remember how l miss den.</p><p>Then, it did not hurt, not as it does at present.</p><p>I know I lose more than days-race face fade, lad and lasses vanish into space. </p><p></p><p>What relic to exhibit of thee</p><p>My six-years-old memories?</p><p>Cert and is my testimony.</p><p>My emotions once untouched by love,</p><p>tears or laughter now awaken.</p><p>Shall I cry for my memories for the echoes of my olden days?</p><p>I hope the fragments of this beautiful memories can keep my heart warm again </p><p>and I never lose the memories as I does the days.</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p></p>
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