Easy are the paths to follow
when I'm young and fancy free,
home is comfort, joy, a blessing,
caring folks and constancy.
My borders are the playroom, garden,
narrow spaces, fledgling child,
questions answered with a bear hug,
nothing crazy, nothing wild.
Later, as my frontiers widen,
gone the band aid to placate,
in the cauldron of confusion,
far beyond the garden gate.
Childhood greeting, pale and...
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