My Lost Childhood
My Lost Childhood
Swing, slides, bats and ball,
Are all things that they call,
For a happy childhood that one seeks,
But for me work is all I could see.
Although I never claim for it,
Cause this is the only way how I even earn a bit,
So never could I or search or I would,
For my lost life and my lost childhood.
Each day I pass by the school,
I see little children obeying the rules,
With school bags, uniform and a brief greet,
While I sell newspapers on the streets.
I wish I could be one of them,
Wearing on an I.D that read my name.
I would also play and read,
And help my friends when in need.
But I know that I have nobody for bolster,
But many who keeps on reminding me that am a great loser,
But I would not feel low or would I cry,
As this strong desire of mine yet didn't die.