i want to go back to my childhood
where my father was my only hero
the best caress belonged to my mother
my only apogee acme was shoulders of my father
my only enemies were my brothers and sisters
and my only pain was my injured knee
not a broken heart like these days
i used to play simple sports like soccer
with my sincere and sinless friends
but now we must play quack and fake roles
for our new tartufe and pharisee casual ones.
amir mohammad islami chalandar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-childhood-26/
