Desired Goal

We are going to old age, we are now morose, The sky is always solemn here, every hour happiness goes. If anyone offers me to go back to my past, I'll jump and hold my hand up to be the passenger first. The yellow ray of the sun will ignite fire in me. Enough I have seen of my grown up days, no more of it I want to see. Lo! the elders of my neighborhood, are peeing with smiling face. We all will go for a hiking, and enjoy making mess. My grandpa will advise us to stay calm without shout. Roaming around the flowing brook we'll try to catch trout. No worries, no care of adulthood then can catch our weary soul. Oh! let's be back to our childhood, and it's my desired goal.