It`s all forgotten now,just a little bit
Though they may pass the redolent walls,
Causing a memory of knowledge want:
At this joyous time only joy is in their minds.
Knowledge,Ah!Long dreary weary train;
To kill all childhood pleasures of young suns,
Marking their lives with monotony every year again.
Thus,teen Age comes the same word drums.
Pity the struggling breath,all heart in full;
The coming day only sheds deep fears,
'All light worth lies here and dreamful
Ways after this they see the light in rays'
Acknowledge the shrew breath at ease;
But time` creepiness brings uncertainties,
'Be careful of boast,you may as you like
But nothing is e`er sealed yet let go of restless.
Then comes the subdued generals;
A forehead burning in disgrunts in rise,
'The blithe of heart now resume coyness
And lost hope seeking what it cannot have.'
It`s all forgotten now,just a little bit
Though they may pass the redolent walls
Causing a memory of knowledge want:
At this joyous time only joy is in their minds.
