those distant young childhood days
in the early opening chapters of life
are now less real than daytime ghosts
so many buildings torn down totally gone
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Ahah! I like such childhood creativity. Desire to make things look good better and best. Nicely drawing the inspiration from childhood innocence and ultimately creativity far far away from ulterior motives. Thank-you once again sir for finding inspiration from my poem.
Lovely reminisce. There is sadness in how things keep changing but gladness in that thinga never remain the same. Life is a wave. It keeps oscillating independent of us humans. Great poem