Exchanges

As I strolled through my hometown I saw the people who possessed me, who beat me down and held me up, who tickled me and trounced me, formed and shaped this neophyte. Full aware of their manipulations, stations of the Cross, or as temptations for transgression, they were my lifelines, baiting me, or bonding me to morals, some would stick, and some would splinter. Too soon my father passed away. Oft I'd meet him as I wandered, a more than welcome wraith, we smoked cigarettes and chatted, solid body, apparition. Significant exchanges, the channels of his wisdom broadened those of this young child, and I expanded 'til perspective took its hold. There will be more, 'til I am singular and bold!