Like monkeys we hung on trees
Chased by termites and honeybees
On though steel looking stems.
One branch to another, we swung
Plucking unripe fruits was wrong
We careless, childishly we belonged
To an age when life was full of fun,
From a stem to another, we turned
Casting away the unripe fruits, we ran
When the owners came out and yelled;
From the guava trees we once clustered
Unbroken spirit, we fell and even bleed.
Our acts were evil in the eyes of the old;
But we were young, not dull but bold.
Destructions were handy, so we held
On to fun at the top, as our only priority;
The trees we naked in seconds, before maturity
Could understand our childish sincerity.