There was a time
When we do rhyme!

Stress was just a word
We learnt in third!
Know the meaning
But not the feeling!

Being a kid, we wonder
How beautiful is it to be older!
Elders look so tidy
While smiling brightly!

Everything seems sorted
And they look good hearted!
Wish to grow up soon
And fly up to the moon!

Step on step we grow older
Try to become a bit bolder!
And in the race of getting better
In the adulthood we have entered!

Now realise
This is not a life
We once liked!

Now remembering those days
Hurt in many ways!
In this world we all wanted to look good,
But, we forget to do what we should!

We too have that brighter smile,
But happiness is away the miles!
We too look tidy,
But with the soul which is untidy!

Looking upto stars and call them grandparents,
How do they went there asking from parents!

That was the life,
We all like!

In search of happiness we have come so far,
While In childhood happiness is just having chocolate bar!
Realising we are mature enough,
Makes life even tough!

Growing older is easy,
But living as an older is messy!
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Thanks for making a read!��

--Mandvi!