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Friday, November 23, 2007

Worry

I have a little stone I stumbled over,
And I picked it up and carried it around,
To show and tell…..
But whom would I tell,
But those who always listen to me
And take the little stone away from my hand
And throw It away

And so I walked ,
Only to see ,
They had bigger stones
In their path

I hid my stone,
Still unable to throw it myself,
And walked back silently!!!

2 comments:

Jayan said...

Nice one. Did strike a chord with me

Known Stranger said...

very very beautiful. i wish i could write like