Golden Days

Where are those golden days?When we were little spoiled bratsAnd the world was in our handsTime, our slave.Our wish was our mom's commandAll kinds of toys filled our roomsNo ego, we could cryAnd our wish was fulfilledEating, drinking, playing was allThat constituted our dayA new doll! OH mamma i love itWas all we had t0 say!No tensions no worriesNo ickle faced dummiesNo work no studiesNo submissions no hurriesOH where are those Golden days, I wonderThis adult life, I wanna surrender..!!