Reinventing the Wheel

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.
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