Back in the Kindergarden times,
When we thrived on nursery rhymes,
When we were grasping our tables,
And learning morals through fables.

While studying the consonants,
And forgetting our vowels,
We'd mew like cats &hoot; like owls.

When a smile could make amends,
And bridge  gaps between feuding friends.
We would conjure tales in our heads,
And carry no worries to our beds.

When we would join in a chorus and  sing,
Because awkwardness was an unheard thing.

When appearances were an afterthought,
And happiness in wealth wasn't sought.
the nose would never cease to leak,
We'd prance around tongue in cheek.

Toothless grins and scabbed knees,
Were sufficient to charm and please.
With No attempts to please through  flattery,
thumping your friend didn't amount to battery.

Childish mirth and innocent revelry,
is nothing but a distant memory.
So now I chide and mockingly grin,
With hope of reviving the lost child within.