Unfinished by: john sullivan

The road is ground glass--
the rain is sea salt.
Life is hard,
yet over too soon.
On hands and knees
each day a bit farther
battered and cut
to remind us how far.
Let us not dwell then
on the distance we've traveled.
Let us not dwell on
the place we once were.
The road is ground glass--
our tears are sea salt.
They sting torn hands
and purify souls.