Some lives are chiseled polished stones
some others flow like water
some amble barefoot on the sand
a few are solid mortar
My life much like a river flows
it glides through times and days
there is no foothold and no rest
to set down roots or stay
It ever rushes forward
bypassing tranquil docks
betimes it soars with dolphins
or plunges onto rocks
My only harbor is my faith
a nugget of fine gold
it glints and sparkles on the stream
and can't be bought or sold
Some lives are chiseled polished stones
and others flow like water
some amble barefoot on the sand
and some are solid mortar.
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