The finished product.
If sun and fun, and happy times,
are given to us from God,
Then surely corresponding pain,
and rain are for life's sod.
Some of the nicest folks I've met,
have known a bit of sorrow,
That trouble for today may mean,
a better "You", tomorrow.
The grind on sand, to make a pearl
to look so grand someday,
Remember, it takes friction
there's just no other way.
There is a quality in life,
that is acquired through pain,
And all those undesirables,
could end up as your gain.
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