The rock
Friday, May 18th, 2007The rock…
It may be just a simple piece of thing
As simple as it can be
That not many have noticed its existence
Or any that think that it is special
But no matter what
There is someone that thinks that
It is really special…
It was put right in front
For a certain period of time
Until that someone notices it existence
It listens to the sorrows
It shares all the pains
It cares for the being
It shares all the joy
The laughter, the jokes
Its there for you
Most of the time
It makes the other
A person that really looks
Into the next minute of life
The person…
Handles the rock
As if it is a
Gold that drops down from the sky
The person
Puts the rock in front
Priority always goes to the rock first
No matter how much difficulty
There is a free heart
To sacrifice and to
Give more and more…
Now that the rock
Make its choice to be far away
Far away from the being
It was as if it went to another world
It no longer cares or bothers
The other person
It categorize it as a nightmare
And wouldn’t want to repeat it
Again in future
The being tried to search everywhere
Hoping to find the precious
Just a simple hope
To meet back the rock
At the same old point
Back into the past
Just being itself
Not showing ignorance
Just being a simple old friend
That is by your side
Just like part of your family
That cares for you
As simple as the rock can be
It all depends on
How it rates this friendship
And values what it has received
In the past…
