The good old days..

Siting their ideal with a laptop on my lap,
reminiscing the days we had

The morning chirping of birds,
the fresh air and green field in the suburbs

The morning prayers in temples and mosques,
the silent environment of the church

Far away from technology and the modern world
we used to fight just to play the same game every day,
yet never get bored..

The golden fields in winter,
and the greenery around in others

The respect youngster had for their elders,
The days we spent then,
I would be thrilled to relive again

The good old days...