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When we come into this world, we are but gems in the rough As we pass through life We are shaped by many things In the early years, we are shaped by our surroundings And that sets us on our path Eventually, as life passes, and after many hands We grow and learn to use those tools Ourselves Slowly, hesitantly, we begin to shape ourselves But sometimes our hands are unsure For we have been shaped by those early influences For some, they are unable to undo that which has set them in other directions Thus they cannot reshape themselves into that which they know should be As others have shaped themselves... From few to many facets Brighter... more brilliant Thus becoming as they know they should be Yet... Some are flawed From hands unsure And of them I have known many And I have tried to help guide their hands To use the tools to turn those flaws into beauty For some I was able to help Others... I have failed And because of those failings Mine own hands have become as their's For we should never stop trying to shape ourselves As we know, feel we should be And I shall never stop shaping myself Nor shall I ever stop trying to guide other's hands The one facet of myself that I can't change And Yet There are those that have unwavering hands And soon transform themselves From rough gems to glistening jewels As I have gone through life I have been graced with knowing those jewels Though rare and exquisite They have brought me joy And also sadness For they were not mine to have and cherish |
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