When
I was young
Growing
up in the village
Life
was simple and ordinary
The
folks were kind and friendly
I
could walk everywhere
Nobody
would stare at me
They
knew who I was
We
knew each other
When
I was young
The
eye of the world
It
was in the village
The
children played
Climbing
trees
Plucking
fruits
Catching
cat fishes
Nothing
about thieves or robbers
When
I was young
Developments
came
Parents
moved away
Leaving
friends behind
The
echo of the past
Buried
in the mind
Sometimes
I could imagine
When
I was young living in the village
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