Yesterday, I was a boy full of playful life,
But under the control of my elder's knife.
Since my mind was filled with unfulfilled dreams,
Which seemed to appear like a never ending stream.
A kind-hearted, innocent, yet naughty guy,
Whom, anyone with a penny could buy.
Thinking my Mom being the most beautiful in world,
I least cared for the future of growing old.
Today, I am a man with a heart full of colorful love,
under the control of my mind, free to move.
I saw life as a rose, filled with a flower and thorn,
And what I got depended on what i placed my hand upon.
A selfish and grownup man of twenty five,
whom, one could buy with knowledge of life.
Now it seems that you are the next beautiful thing on earth,
I began to dream, realising the reason of your birth.
Tomorrow, I will be a man approaching a lifeless heart,
under the control of death, waiting to put an end to my life's journey cart.
My mind filled with pleasant flashes of childhood past,
which seemed to have passed like a roaring train moving fast.
A shattered weak man of old age, immovable
whom not one, even with love wold buy, to prevent trouble.
Finding that childhood is the greatest stage in our lives,
I sometimes cry, having lost it, for I know that 'tomorrow never dies
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