A Comparison of Sorts

 

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The tall, frail glass slipped from my grasp.

Tumbling end over end

it spilled its contents

as it hit each rise on the staircase.

Finally, coming to rest at the base it lay.

Spent.

Unbroken.

How like that glass of water are people!

Tossed about.

Beaten down.

Used up by life.

Weary.

Tattered.

Whole.

 

 

 

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