Little Worn Stone

A little gray from time...

A little worn from the road

A little powdery from the grinding

A little forgotten thing

A little stone on the ground

 

But the purest of white in the middle

 

Like how we became stained from life

Grinded and weighted down with problems

Losing a little of ourselves each time

Like no one cares for us

A forgotten person

 

But all those is to let our core shine through