I glistened in the sunlight and slid keenly through my task.
My function was a source of pride.
My purpose? … I didn’t ask…
Until the day the parted way resisted what I insisted… I felt a sad.
But my substance was solid still… more than the matter I till…
Lack of challenge made the edge go bad.
Then came the stone. I stood alone. Bits of me were ripped away.
My edge returned… and gifts I’d earned… among them is this day
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