My childhood

I am missing you my childhood days.
Where you went, by changing my habits and face.
The days were like sweet as honey taste.
The days which I used to waste.
When the only worries was to play.
With funny toys and clay It's impossible to forget that comfort zone.
Where I only cried for chocolates and icecream.
The days in which I used to eat and drink and take rest.
That day will always be the best.
The days in which I rolled my tears anything that made me fear.
Today, I have reached somewhere in life's race Where, I have lost my childhood days.
Which is a complicated case I have to find my own ways.
And I will be always missing my childhood days where I always tried the 'best ways......