Oh how I vividly remember the good old daysLaughing and smiling quickly after a cryHatred was not a word I knew.The good old days Nostalgia befalls me anytime I come across those imagesImages of the Homo sapien in younger yearsHaaa!How time flies Running in the rain nakedCatching grasshoppers in the grassesCrafting our best with cans,cartoons,tyres…
Casting my eyes back to the agesI remember, I rememberThe muddy hovelWhere the cry of a little angel was heardThe thatch, the wooden windowWhen the sun creaks in at morn Casting my mind back the agesI remember, yes I rememberThe joy of the young exuberantThe joyful playmates, never weary of ourselvesAs we sing playful songs…