One day I was young
Happy and strong.
I was free
Moving like a bird
From this branch
To that tree.
Singing a melody
Somehow like a cacophony.
I used to walk with a speed
Faster than a centipede.
Hiding in the attic
When my mom was calling.
I found her anger and words cryptic.
One day I was young
Naughty with a big tongue
I used to giggle
When my dad couldn't solve a riddle.
I used to fly like a butterfly
Living like a prince
With no tears or sigh.
I have never felt sorry
For having no lolly.
I was young.