THE ROCK

 

A short walk it was with a smile.

a glitter of past,

a tarnished glaze,

the crystals washed.

 

The pile got bigger for awhile.

broken and busted,

rusted and dusted,

the old man watched.

 

I was at the end of the pile.

good ones lost,

trodden pebbles,

bleached garnish...

   The Old Man watched!

 

Woody