Youngest of the progeny
from noble souls since gone
One propounding freewill
metamorphosis has undergone
Bequeathed with siblings,
having perspectives awry
Stuck with his convictions
vain advice did forever decry
First love caught in naivete,
got carried along the surge
Kept questioning rationale
no answers did ever emerge
Offspring from earlier union
became apple of pater's eye
Odds conspiring yet again
little nestling did far fly
Other alliances proved fleeting
with fair weather kind substance
Some stayed others trailed off,
for the reasons most askance
Life has been a mixed bag
with motley shades of blues
It's time that I laugh about
past tints, shades and hues
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