A rock so simple and pure
It can be whole and majestic
Or scattered and dull
How does a rock change with time?
How do we know that it’s not alive?
We say that it is not
But we don’t know for sure
The time we have left is time we have to spend
Life can’t be wasted so live it to the end
In a short amount of time
We do as much as we can
Don’t hold back
Reach and extend, use your whole hand
For at this poker table of life
We must be like a rock
Solid and doing as much as we like
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