Monday, July 28, 2014

I found a little pebble



I found a little pebble
A marvel to behold
It was just a common stone
But to me; a piece of gold

I carried it with me everywhere
In my pocket or my hand.
Thinking  it a lucky sign
I became a fortunate man

But when I showed my treasure
To the crowd upon the square
They declared that I was daft
And at my head did stare

So I took away my little rock
With deftness of my hand
Then that charm I threw away
In the nearest garbage can

And now I miss my little stone
And lament my lack of jewels
I trusted in the common crowd
And they’re just a bunch of fools.




Copyright©2014 Wm Schaeffer

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