A Hard Place

A Hard Place

A Hard Place

A rock is a hard place, yet ever so stable
And it can be used as a chair or a table

It could be so sharp so to use as a tool
Or turned into powder for clay like a fool

Some rock, it is crushed and is used to build paths
Some rock can’t be touched, for it must stay intact

However so precious, however much worth
It does have a purpose, this substance of earth

They say a rolling stone gathers no moss
To get some attention, some pebbles are tossed

Up to the window of one well admired
And if they don’t care, arms will grow awfully tired

In one well-known game, rock can beat up on scissors
Yet rocks couldn’t be here if not for the fissures

Some men have mined caves just to get at the coal
Others were fools only looking for gold

Whatever you dig for, whatever’s unearthed,
Just keep in mind that ‘ol spirit of mirth

For dust goes to dust and ashes to ashes
And all we can do is bat our eyelashes

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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