Start again (Waster’s Lament)
If only I could start again
and emerge once more
into the cold April dawn
with a cry and a yawn.
Tiny fingers clutching at life
untested feet kicking
at the freedom of release.
If only I could start again.
If only I could start again
and reshape the child
into a brighter, better boy
with a heart full of joy.
Open arms embracing the world
innocent eyes staring
at the wonder of it all.
If only could start again.
If only I could start again
and remake the man
into a good honest soul
with a dream and a goal.
Tireless feet striding out
rejoicing voice singing
at the beauty of his days.
If only I could start again.
If only I could start again
and reclaim this wasted life.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Anne Magill
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