Return me to the time
When the events unfolded
Breathing open air
Weaving a new life
From mother's eyes and nourishing teat
Skipping through nursery gates
Then marching into the folly of youth
I lived for the encouraging days
Moments of joy, fleeting
Games cast asunder
One day, I awoke, a man!
Owning my precious gifts
Haste of years pull me through
Souvenir marked happenings
Line my memory
From child to man, son to father
In final serenity I surmise
All that I was given
Was only to be sown
For the new forefathers
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