Life
is like a stone. It has a smooth side and a rough.
Oftentimes,
lts a combination of the softside and the tough.
I
wonder how many times I will find myself perched on
trecherous ledges.
Or
how many times my feet will be cut by life's jagged
edges.
The
rough side seems to hold me and sometimes cut me to
the bone.
I
wonder if I'll ever learn to walk upon the soft side
of the stone.
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