In life, we stand as stones on roads, Reflecting light but bearing loads. At times we gleam, at times we mar, Yet each stride leaves its bruising scar. Though roughened by the passing tide, Our true selves lay within, unhide. Life, a loan, we briefly claim— No one to own, no one to name. As time erodes our transient shine, We turn again to the divine. For in this world, none truly know The fate of souls who come and go. So tread with grace, humbly you must, For to the earth return we dust. Let hearts be gentle, spirits free, In borrowed days, find legacy.