I hop and pop
Frolicking my childhood days
Merry making the lanes, and bylanes
with a touch of my soft feet
Mirroring into the quizzical eyes of my standing grandpa and grandma
Must they also will be thinking the same, but
lo, they have waned and stooped a little of now;
How sad I feel -
Yet, brighter into their twinkling eyes
Are Olympian of their own
I hop and pop ...
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