Here’s another poem I decided to share with you all. Let me know what you think. I’m sure you’ll be able to relate…..
This is post number 100 for me! Thanks everyone for your comments, encouragement, and checking out my site!
I come in many shapes, sizes, colors and textures
I am dependable, responsible
And allow you to lean on me
As the kindest gesture
You are heavy so take your rest here
You waver and wander
And leave just to return
No one seems to care about the rock’s tears
You have saturated me with
Your troubles, doubts, fears
Some last only for a season
While some of us have been here for years
The signs are visible
As erosion sets in
And I am sent through the fire
To provide a more sturdy bench of sorts
For you to sit your tired ass on….go figure
But what about the rock?
What about its issues? Is that important to you?
Just running to spill your soul
Wading in your own misery pool
Filthy waters that you more than
Likely got your own self into
So maybe it’s time to pick yourself up
Cause rocks get tired too