How blithe you are with your quiet angel eyes telling me to start my life again - re-freshen. How brash. You have not known time's rush, young thing, but you may be right. I have to undim my sight, move on, become a focused being. I hold a clean slate in my hand with its sharp base line. Why hesitate? Why degenerate? Why not re-freshen, re-begin and this time win? Angel eyes quietly smiling.next poem