Adulthood 9 : Transition

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Transition

Ways of folks in Village Old
Lie shrouded in mystique --
It takes much more than wispy you
To find that which you seek.

There'll be a day when Hands and Feet,
By old time cruelly kissed,
Will give; and so Ignited Mind
Will drown in fog and mist.

So run this road of merry laughs
And loves and wistful cries, for
Like all Things that came before,
There'll be a day it dies.
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End of series. Just as I was hoping, the number of poems is the same as in Childhood.
Thank you for reading!