By Akash
Date: 22 September 2000
Those Good Old Days...
If I could, I would fly back to my good old days,
When we would sit on the stairs of that temple on the hill,
Overlooking the city where we both grew,
If you remember, we used to look at the city lights,
And I would say, is that New York City?
If I could, I would fly back to my good old days,
When money was little and time was abundant,
But we did have our lives to ourselves,
Now money is abundant and time is so short,
Looks like life is shirking little by little,
If I could, I would fly back to my good old days,
When I would watch you sitting by the window,
Waving at me while I was getting drenched in the rain,
Those summer nights on your terrace gazing at the stars,
Looks like a whole season has vanished out of our lives.
If I could, I would fly back to my good old days,
When we would chat in that cosy little ice cream parlour,
Remember that incident when your schoolteacher saw us together,
You almost ducked well under that little seat cover,
And I always thought it was an incredible feat.
If I could, I would fly back to my good old days,
When you were mine and I was yours,
Our hearts were young and so immaculately pure,
Now, all we talk and fight about is how busy we are,
Just remember those good old days and forgive me for all my errors.
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