Nostalgia..

I wonder when it all changed 

Bicycles and paper boats,

To shirts and office coats,

When backyard of the home,

Turned to the cubicle of the dome.

The first rain, it's eagerness,

The twilight, it's playfulness.

The innocent curiousness,

To grown-up adultness,

Oh! How it all changed.

The swing of my childhood 

Took me higher and beyond 

I wonder if it can take me back 

To the land of which I am fond.