We create the textures of our soul, <br />from the young all the way to our old. <br /> <br />Some soft as downing, <br />some hard as nails. <br />Some fast as gazelles, <br />Some slower than snails. <br /> <br />But the textures differ as time goes on, <br />Of which we seem to all grow fond. <br /> <br />Some change as our time goes by, <br />Some fade away, viewed of eye. <br /> <br />But the texture of it that rubs one raw, <br />Will be what really remains, in anothers craw!<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-texture-of-your-soul/
