I'm the one--
that stumbled on your grave..
just for fun..
I picked up your roses
and counted them
one by one..
It started to rain..
There was no place to hide..
So I picked up a stone
and threw it everso high..
It came down upon the
shoulder of a statue..
I know not why..
I fell to pieces and
started to cry..
To sum it all up..
Your born you live a little..
and then you die..
There's only one Life to live..
Underneath the ever-watching eye of time..
Is it a beast? A friend or foe?
That I sit beside..
Does time belong in my pocket?
Like so much tragedy..
An ill-fitting crime..
That I don't have much of it..
And so it gently unwinds..
A river, a stream, that
bores smooth over rocks..
Gravity is the law of nature..
That says, "Please do step aside."
For falling apples land on
unsuspecting heads..
And greatest is the thoughts
of Man when he rolls out of bed..
So please do take a moment to stew
And ponder..even if for a little while..
If time slowly catches up with you..
That everything relapses..
From good to bad..truths and lies..
And eventually what was wrong with you..
Is made into a right--
the end~~
By Rick A. Weber
August 7, 2013
copywritten
2013
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