This is according to the daily prompt:”Salad Days”
Oh..the good old days when we were wearing pyjamas five-size too big
Staying out all day until our mothers called us to go in,
Then we went to bed early
And dreamed about our next big adventure.
The days we thought all stories were possible
And that life always has a happy ending.
Can you believe this?What salad days they were…
The innocent time of childhood when everybody felt loved
Lost in a place of happiness and good jokes.
We found wonderland in our own hometown
And we played the music in our hearts on playgrounds
But we never forgot the cartoons we used to watch
Along with the video games we enjoyed playing
And no one felt left aside, they all just smiled
With sparkling eyes while telling all the time, the truth.
No sadness, no worries, just swinging and eating cherry lollipops
Or whatever new candy was in store.
Kids who always fought when it came to the silliest things
Like who had the longest hair or who runs faster
But it never lasted long, just 5 minutes
Then everybody were best friends like nothing ever happened.
Childhood, oh sweet childhood…how much we laughed
And how many diaries we wrote, how many silly stuff seemed so strong…
How many hearts remained untouched, how many drawings scattered on paper
And how many songs we sang at school…
Then how we cried when we learned to write and read.
The time flew by and those days remained just that:
The good old days.
We grew up and everybody chose their own path,
Hearts broke, harsh words were spoken,
Tears started to run down our cheeks
And we realized that the world is not a never-ending fairytale
But a playground where we choose our own faith
And our actions determine the life we live.
We grew up, but from all the kids on the playground
I was always the outsider, the different one,
The person who sought the most valuable things in the world:
True love and honest friendship.