The gems you ever thought to find didn’t
litter paths you never walked on anyway;
the stones you threw you claimed were
stones in every eye – stones are stones
unless they shine, that’s what Grandpa
used to say. Head bowed you stand at a
grave your ideas rest in – tears in stone
eyes shine, splash in eternal flow, play in
dust with jewels you’ve thrown away.
© 19 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
litter paths you never walked on anyway;
the stones you threw you claimed were
stones in every eye – stones are stones
unless they shine, that’s what Grandpa
used to say. Head bowed you stand at a
grave your ideas rest in – tears in stone
eyes shine, splash in eternal flow, play in
dust with jewels you’ve thrown away.
© 19 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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