Friday, December 09, 2005

A Few Words From a Rock

I wanted to repost a poem I wrote a long time ago.


I see that you walk by me
Day in, and day out but you never notice the
Rock that once was
A great boulder perhaps a piece of a great building.
You always appear to be going somewhere
Somewhere different, somewhere new
Yet I remain in the same spot for many years to come.
If only you would stop and pick me up.
And think about this
Where did I come from
What did I use to be
One of these days I won't even be here
My life as rock will end.
I will turn to dust much the same as you.


JJ Lynn Glendenning

To all those english buffs my grammar on poetry is bad, any tips would be great.

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