Rocks

I have rocks in my shoes,
They make it hard to walk.
These rocks in my shoes
Make me stumble and balk.

Some are sharp and jagged,
Others smooth as sand --
I sometimes feel ragged
As I wander through this land.

Often I stop to empty these shoes,
Removing each rock I find.
But even as some stones I lose,
Others enter my mind.

Each pebble has its name,
Though I don't know them all --
As each boulder I tame
From my shoe it will fall.

One stone named haught
Taught me to be humble.
That rock I caught --
Out! Out! it did tumble!

A boulder named fret
Made me achy and sore,
'Till I learned not to let
Trifles bug me any more.

Procrastination
Was a pebble in my shoe
But determination.
Brought me through.

The farther I travel,
The more rocks I find
But I like the gravel --
It opens my mind.

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