The year was 1981,
And I was but a lad;
Some days were filled with lots of fun,
But some were also sad.

We pondered on the universe,
And learnt its many laws,
While time was slowly chewing us,
Between its mighty jaws.

Four decades pass, and what remains,
Are precious memories,
Of all the many joys and pains,
That came and went like breeze.

Now life is just a march through time,
The days - they come and go;
But memories they leave behind,
Are what I treasure so!

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