Cry of the old

I couldn’t make out
When my childhood was gone away.
So gone my smiles all over the day.
So gone my days as sweet as honey.
I couldn’t make out
When I grew so old
I couldn’t make out
Growing old is so smileless.
So painful, so hurt.
I don’t know why
I can’t hold now the hand
of the best friend of my childhood
Can you get back my smiles?
Now get back, my friend.
Get back my childhood
Get back that mind.
Can you make me ageless?
Can you make me timeless?

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