This is a case for re-invention, this is renascere rising this is struggle and grist to the mill where the grains outlast their owner and become fine powder become part of the stone. I am hard yet worn, bone yet born, still coming on strong and a small sun rising in my two blue eyes. I have witnessed many things and mourn the people gone the items lost along the way but I stay, I still stay and this time try to dig in.next poem