If I could go back
Meet the boy I was
And heal his pain
I'd not be the man I am
Nothing'd be the same
Marked by a frown
Those tender years
Fraught with unease
Fear of horrific war
And incurable disease
Trials and tribulations
Make us who we are
And each demon slain
Forged me into
The man I became
G. L. Millsom
19th March 2025
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