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Ten fingers and ten toes 
Hope in the eyes that watch over me 
Seemingly healthy, but who really knows
Doubt; is a seed that is sometimes planted inadvertently 
Day by day those appendages grow bigger 
And more acute
Moment by moment the mind expands and thoughts are more astute 
The day begins and ends and time wanders on some more 
The child who was small has grown from its tiny core 
Never truly alone; and yet always so independent 
The journey to adulthood is often quite trancedent 
 Yet, this miraculous flowers bloom is not the true marvel to behold 
It is it’s withering and the slow breakdown of the mold 
Time slowly steals the brightness once shinning in the light 
Sickness starves the flesh and makes it a ravaged sickly sight 
The beautiful creature that was born just right 
Must now hide itself and become familiar with life outside the light 
Once all that was needed was ten fingers and ten toes 
Now it’s clear that it matters not , as time goes 
Whether born with infirmary or perfect health 
Tied to poverty or enormous wealth
There is only one absolute to expect
Time has no manners or sense of respect 
It flows and changes beauty to dust 
 What once was  a beautiful shining kingdom ,
Is now a memory made of rust.