memory

Grew up together as a typical village boy In the path to the bush together we toil Eat together in a clay pot,the produce we boiled Always happy seeing them dancing and we join If man could turn back the e hands of time Back to those days when things seems well Days we thought of nothing except our belly fed Ohh! good old days I will never forget Though 20 children, 20 years never But my wish very much differ I hope we go back to days when we never hustle When all our thoughts are clean not power tussle