Happy and cheerful souls we were, without a problem in the world
Like Kola, we broke the day with prayers and smiles
And like flowers, we folded asleep at night.
To grown up folks, we were just kids
Playing and rolling in the sand
And seeking to catch a butterfly by hand
But to ourselves, we knew we were kings
Ruling over the ambitions we nursed for the future
Without the fear of fate and it's doings
We worried about little things
Like how the siy got the lovely rainbow
And how the tortoise cracked it's shell
But slowly. Very slowly, without notice
The waters of time dissolved the solid reality pf the present
Until it became a liquid memory
And now
When we talk about childhood
We drink from the chalice of nostalgia
© Ifiokobong Etuk
(KING of the QUILL)
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