ITS ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW

ITS ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW How can I ever refrain from Memories of our school age days Days when our world was wild I remember the anthem of claps And the rhymes in our voices The care free of our minds Ready pen knowledge down I remember those days when I want to have some good laughs I remember holes on the back Of our shabby shorts And of our sack woven bags I remember our white faces Our parch noses and crack lips Howling in the harmattan season It was good while it lasted long Our grandeur for breaking rules And our group of noise making Times we skip classes for streams It was easy to leap out the window Easy to write vulgar names on board Remember names of our stern teachers Who talk with end of their whips I remember our cunning tricks Of wearing double shirt and shorts To lessen the pain of slashing whips I remember our chortle laugh and cries Both occurring at the same times There were days worth remembering Days I borrowed books without return Days we spent stealing on farms And of our cruelty to animals I remember how easy it was For us to keep growing up with Our fine haircuts and dreadlocks How easy to fall in love while young And easy to walk out on love I remember times of our liberty When we revenged our frog jumps And bullied on others children too When I remember the memories Of our enthused moments Moments of our livid childhoods Nobody thought about the future And of what to become Now that we were through With our experiences Some were gone forever And others were lost in time ©NATURE BOY