A Poem in the style of the poet Alam Beets:
I woke up today, different than I was.
I was wearing no coat, nor hat. I was not washed, nor fed. I awoke a newborn child.
But I did not forget, as newborns must, the things that came before.
I remember bread and butter for breakfast.
I remember hot showers and cold dinners.
I remember joy and strife,
I wonder as I wake, if I forgot these things before, or if I merely decided they weren’t important.
But born anew, along with the day, I stretch and remember.
I remember it is a New Day.
I am a New Man.
I am prepared,
And the World must prepare for me.