You Are Still The Glittering Gold In That Mud....

..and then
through an adversity
when life and its
pulses are
at the lowest,
that you shall know
who your true
friends are,

there are only very few

pearls left
in the box,
be glad, accept
this fact,

if you continue
on weeping, soon,
you shall not see
that there is still
a glittering gold
in mud, and it is

you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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