Cloudy Trace

Life is a palette,
like a board made for chalk.
Inscribing my travels,
and battles I've fought.
As days lessons go by,
the chalk turns to dust.
I must learn from my lessons,
in me I will trust.
Keep trying new things almost every day.
If things you don't like,
then erase them away.
Though some things remain,
and most get erased.
What remain are life lessons in that cloudy trace.

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