How blithe you are
with your quiet angel
eyes telling me to
start my life again -
re-freshen.  How

You have not
known time's
rush, young thing,
but you may be right.
I have to undim
my sight,

move on, become
a focused being.  
I hold a
clean slate in my
hand with its
sharp base line.

Why hesitate?
Why degenerate?
Why not re-freshen,
re-begin and this time 
win?  Angel eyes 
quietly smiling.
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