Anew

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At forty-nine anew,
I strive for answers
to questions I forgot to ask
when younger.

The answers which I drew
to provide a completion
of those manly tasks
for which I hunger.

I was one, then two;
now bold answers
rip away those masques;
truth is torn asunder.

At forty-nine anew,
I ask those questions
I forgot to ask; no answers come
and still I wonder.

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