Childhood Puzzle
Imagery of our childhood,
Way back when, are patterns good?
Did we get the pieces to fit?
Is there closure, to get 'over it'?
We're only humans, can make mistakes,
As forming lives, our oldies shaped--
Environment versus heredity,
What is their true legacy?
Is there no closure on way back when?
Are puzzles really what childhood meant?
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