The life of being a boy I miss those days of joy When I had my nice toys When I also had my boys The years I lived to enjoy And life would never annoy Never hurry to be employed Not worry of being destroyed When we'd smile every day Always having jokes to say Kicking stones on the way Loving church on Sundays Enjoying school on Fridays Looking forward to holidays Dancing out on rainy days Dividing my book of math Imagining my future path Taming down inner wrath Attempting to be psychopath Admiring the cute girls we see Laughing out loud feeling free Eating chapatti under the tree Finding it so easy to just agree Competing on the highest pee Not bothered about a degree Scared of rules they'd decree Thinking when I'll be mature Discovering more of nature Operating insects I capture Playing pretend with picture Wondering about my future. I miss being a teenage boy Having great plans to deploy Trying everyday just ...