Good old days....

Its day break and the wind is mild
Right across the road I see a child
He roams around like he is free
With nothing to do, standing under the tree

He waves his hand to the passers by
But nobody has any time to even say hi
Unaffected he again looks at the sky
Then he laughs at the birds that fly

His world is so care free
His mind serene as wave in sea
All he knows is his world of fun
So lost in himself he tries to touch the sun

By this time I am reminded of the fact
Mine and even yours life used to be like that
This child would also be one day there
When another child would wave to him and he wont care

One day his life is bound to turn wild
Never would he be like the same innocent child
Some day this life would change him so
He wont be able to know the changes that he will undergo