To start again
Now once in step,
Right from the crib,
What we did live,
Should risk we cart
Our puerile baggage,
Fixed to the heart
Like tattoo marks
Will trace the scars
Of naive follies,
When careless days
Meant living lies
That eased the way,
To so one day
Give of the spin
Said layers a mind
Of ventures worth
Might grow us wise,
In step this time
Without reprise,
To start again!
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