THE GOOD OLD DAYS: A POEM BY EMMALIZER

THE GOOD OLD DAYS

A POEM BY EMMALIZER

The jumps, excitement and warm hugs were used to welcome each other to a new day,

The bags hung at the children's aching backs refused to touch the floor,

You know its our good, well cherished.

On a straight queue,

We placed our hands on heros' shoulders,

Thinking we are about to match towards the battle field,

Chorusing some lively child themed songs,

Different tongues wriggling to compeer the tune,

Innocently on every assembly day,

Problems not sorted in advance, keeps repeating.

Times to turn around,

We can sight sinners willing to taste from the fruits of repentance,

The lashings and it's sounds,

Some weird and pitiful,

Our hands, feet, hair and uniforms must appeal to the earthly gods' eyes,

Come before me clean or lean to suffer the pains, 

See, I'm sinful and all days I spent in there like a prisoner brought tears both which were sweet and bitter.

©EMMALIZER