Childhood Time

Childhood Time short poem

Photo by Edward Allen Lim 

Grown older with time,
Lost my childhood prime.

No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow,
Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows.

Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling.
Still, walking in hands with my siblings,

Sacrificing wishes even making happy time,
Still, tears of love and joy making me fine.

Chocolates and cookies were partially distributed,
Still, adding more sweetness to life attributed.

Fighting and quarrelling all moments,
Still, sleeping together at dark nights was proponent.

That time flew off,
Those days were lost,
Now, chocolates are not so sweet,
Now, Nights are not so dark,
Now, Sacrifices are not so happy,
Now, tears are not so joyful,
And, LIFE is not so LIVED!!!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (2 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of monica mundada

monica mundada

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Lecturer in College in Computer science department. Hobby to write poems. Hope to build society with better perspective which gives a special place for women.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

3 Comments on "Childhood Time"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest

Immaculate childhood leaves so many fond memories for the entire lifetime..Isn’t it?

ammu sachariah

Think positive, you can enjoy everything in the same way. I enjoyed the poem.

Lakhan Mal

Good to see the poet growing in you.:)


The Time Is 10.23 Pm

The Time Is 10.23 Pm long poem

The time is 10.23 pm The time is 10.23 pm; I thought I would tell you the time. I realise you will want to have this time again, But there simply is not the time. I do not have an

Time Bomb

Time Bomb long poem

My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We

One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club


Time long poem

Where are you time? Infront of us Or behind us Walking with us. Or you make us walk. To him you brought it. They saw his body melt, Day by day bit by bit And then one day you had

End Of Time

End Of Time prose poem

I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading