Are dear to us

Why old memories are so dear to us? Why do we believe in it and trust? Do we think we were truly associated/? Was our action at that time stood related? These all factors drive us to the conclusion Some of them may find true inclusions Some of them may speak very badly We may rethink over it and feel sadly It is just rewinding of film reel You have only to recollect and feel You may look fool and expect some pity Yet you laughed it out on your ability It is village, town and even your friends They all played important part to make the ways to mend You were afraid of loosing honor in village As people were pardoning you because of age You were doing all nonsense and were fearing parents outbursts The joy was not to be there for long time or to last It was some camouflage action that was saving you from backlash These all incidences may occupy most of the mind and flash Well it is all meant for great treasure One may feel great about it and can’t measure The happiness and joy enjoyed at that time But now it resurfaces again and wonders you sometimes Everybody may expect and wish the childhood to return That happiness has stayed back without any concern Now no one may remind about it and fire You are sole judge to decide and offer any satire It is nice to feel donkey in isolation A term very appropriate in relation One would wonder what would have happened! If something was not done or should have been