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The shadows from his younger days shake his resolve, 
and make a mockery of time 'til time be lost 
to moments of bewilderment, ne'er to evolve, 
they bounce and bluster errantly, much to his cost. 

Shades and silences, outbursts of ungoverned rage, 
cruelty breeds rancor, e'en in the meek at heart, 
kept and restricted, like a creature in a cage, 
no literature for him, gentility or art. 

Dissimulation, trickery and guile he plies 
as tools to engineer self-preservation, 
he tells quaint versions of the truth, and bald-faced lies, 
so to avoid the whip and recrimination. 

Childhood is the birthplace of hope and mirth
not fear and perturbation for the budding soul, 
a testament to love where supplicants may dwell; 

not tyranny or willfulness, a wayward goal. 
Shun darkness, disillusionment from God's green earth, 
cast demons, evil thinkers to the depths of hell!    

Last Modified: January 09, 2016 at 07:20 pm
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...the first three verses:      abab rhyming
   the next two together:   abcbac rhyming
   a form used frequently by W.H. Auden

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