Those Were The Days

Today morning, with a cup of tea

Sitting by the window, to see

Life rushing out on the streets

Everyone seems busy like a bee

Shopkeepers are busy cleaning

Cars are busy honking

Kids are playing on the bus stop

Mothers are busy controlling

Everyone seems in a hurry

Kids however have no worry

Childhood is such a blessing

It goes away in a scurry

Those dreamy afternoon naps

Meeting friends with customary claps

Inventing games on the go, or

Singing and dancing perhaps

Pretending to sleep at night

When asked to switch off the light

That same old trap of chocolate ice cream

And you give up your act for a bite

But we so want to grow up

When dreams of adulthood pile up

And then we say, " those were the days"

Sitting by the window holding a tea cup