The Backward Glance

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