Rough

We sand edges,
  we take down hills
    for roads to go through.

Life is rough,
  we hope for an ease,
    yet sometimes if doesn't come.

So we are called
  to plane things, to
    take off the edge for another.

To hold a hand,
  share a smile,
   give a blessing for the day.

It is our choice,
  to toughen or smooth,
    to make plane and redeem.