Pebbles.
In the stream of life.
We've seen years flow
by: People, places, lives.
Rubbing our sharpness smooth,
fitting us for life in the stream.
We no longer sparkle and shine
but glow with a softer light.
Take us out and we become
dull, dead, gravel.
Someday we'll be sand
but until then we're:
Pebbles.
In the stream of life.
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