Fun. Games. Laughter.
Now, there is none.
Jokes. Treats. Entertainment.
All gone. Gone.
Play. Activities. Pocket money.
Disappeared, from sight.
Smiles. Cheers. Merriness.
Gone, without a fight. 
School. Trouble. Bullies.
Still a silent whisper in the air.
Break times. Home work. Teachers.
Not here. Not there. 
T.V. Bikes. Computers.
Gone without looking back.
Being grounded. Relaxing. Football on Saturdays.
Gone with a painful smack.
But now, 
Only one thing left, 
To treasure, 
To keep.
Memories.
Childhood Memories.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    