Life throws me in a hole.
I crawl out-
dirt under my fingernails,
gravel stuck in my knees.
I rise.
I grow.
I learn,
and I prosper,
again.
The gravel will exude itself
in a few years
without splendor.
It reminds me
though
that it's all a big trial.
I cherish the gravel.
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 12:35 AM UTC
Life throws me in a hole.
I crawl out-
dirt under my fingernails,
gravel stuck in my knees.
I rise.
I grow.
I learn,
and I prosper,
again.
The gravel will exude itself
in a few years
without splendor.
It reminds me
though
that it's all a big trial.
I cherish the gravel.
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