There was a time, in my youthful
condition,
When my beliefs precluded all
repetition.
The value of safety, what works, of
tradition
Was not up for consideration,
But countless walks 'neath pin-poked
skies,
Food that pleased without surprise
and friendship, consistent seeing's
prize
Proved my youthful mind unwise.
Prompt: "What did you believe as a child that seems completely absurd now? Write about one of those beliefs in a poem."
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