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By
Abe Onche
Think of me again as a new
creation
As the time of rebirth
heralds itself
And as I contemplate the
vast potentials
Of a new year, a new life
With each new day we are
born again
As much as the sun's face
Differs from one hour to
the next
And perhaps we do not feel
it
But the shadows of change
Are seen best at dawn and
dusk
Rebirth is as real as we
choose
We reason, recount, repent,
resolve
To surpass our heroes, our
ideals
The student who seeks
mastery
To be a master of oneself
It is because we choose to
see our fate
That we are able to make
our destiny
So do not take lightly
these moments of rebirth
Weigh well the life in your
years, recount them
While it may seem we merely
add numbers
To a journey toward the
inevitable
That number is also a
birth: moulded, tainted
Like the smoothest pottery
or the stained glass
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