Rocked in The Garden of Life

moments made of granite,
etched in permanence as
memorialized scars;
many others, as limestone,
eroding with time and circumstance,
until only the sands of ache remained;
reminding each of us to be wise about
where we stepped in our garden;
for in the end, all will be a life lived,
and there are some rocks that will never roll

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