Live Again
by dan ankers
I relive, in double digits
The same, what I have seen in single
I tarry not long, eating the violent fruit
As I have grown, in all my years, astute
to the way we mingle
It is disappointing
This yearly re-anointing
On the head of a baby, called innocence
I spend every year, in quiet defence
Yet again, I bring the baby
my hope
I will bring, once more
And every year after my dear
I have nothing to fear
The fearful one is not me
It never has been
Fearfulness is a harsh prison
I will stand by and wait
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