Childhood

Childhood is the golden time,

When you’re always carefree,

Eating, drinking, playing, sleeping,

Knowledge is a bare tree.

They only know to ask their parents,

Of all their needs and wants,

They happily make demands,

And make all tantrums and taunts.

It is the time when their mind,

Can adapt to different thoughts,

It’s the time when their mind shapes,

To the thoughts poked in their brains.

If bad people are around them,

They would learn to be bad men,

Their actions would be so bad,

Their lives would be so sad.

But if they have good people,

Who teach them good moral values,

They grow up as sincere men,

Ready to help all needy men.