I wanted to start again
To smooth out those bumps I like to defend
But how would that work now
So much has happened I wouldn't know how
Perhaps just to close my eyes
Or wear a Clouseau disguise
Then again would I make the same mistakes
Would I make them again in the new life I make
I think that hindsight can be OK
The question of good or bad would be just asas vexed this way
Would the present into past conspire
To get me to a similar place as life transpires.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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