A library which holds
History of long ago
Of a child's memory
How far back does it go
In dreams they flicker
Like a flint striking a rock
Unleashing a spark
Igniting its path
As though in reverse
Of gunpowder laid out
Burning quickly
But soon it burns out
Never reaching its destination
Buried deep within
There we dig deeper
To reach its beginning
Some memories are best
Left where they lie
Living only for that moment
To be forgotten in time
What shaped our young minds
Absorbed for its knowledge
Is living proof that is given
For a child's right of passage
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