Thee Victim of Thy Childhood

Am victim of my childhood
Of good old days and days gone old

Of nostalgia
Of guilt

Of friends who drifted away
Of teachers who showed the way

Of family troubles
Of rivalry bubbles

Of love that crushed
Of crushes that were loved

Of the green frooti tetra-packs
Of the heavy back packs

Of rules that smothered
Of punishments that never bothered

Of moments that were embarrassing
Of the moments that were tantalizing

Of the innocence that me gullible
Of the tenderness when I was vulnerable

Victim of childhood I am
But aren't we all?
With all the good memories to hold
The bad ones to behold

Never to forget
Never to amiss