Seriousness is an acquired trait,
Exactly like moss on embedded stone
Nearly enveloping the rock’s raw state,
Slowly eroding the surface where grown,
Entirely crumbling to soil

Old granite that had once stood firm and strong,
Falling victim now to lichen’s toil,

Feeling spongy, green comfort -- nothing wrong,
Until its whole face has been worn away.
Never rolling with laughter, ... ground to decay.
 
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