Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Pebbles by tina_manthorpe

Life is like pool of crystal clear water.
I'm like a pebble tossed into that pool.
I'm no different than the rest of the pebbles.
Though some think they're stones, others think they're jewels.

I can see the ripples caused by my passing;
As I go skipping 'cross the water's face,
In pursuit of goals that I've set for myself,
On my way to that final resting place.

Whatever the legacy I leave behind;
It will be the result of paths I choose.
It will dwell in the hearts of people I've touched.
I pray that my touch will not leave a bruise.

For when I am gone, will they know WHO I was?
What was the image I gave them of me?
What kind of person will they tell you I've been?
Who will they let you believe me to be?

For one day the pebble will cease it's skipping,
And come to rest in the water's embrace.
What kind of ripples will it leave in its wake?
What kind of journey led it to this place?

For these are the stories that others will tell,
Whenever this journey of yours is through.
And you will be defined by your legacy.
This is how the world will remember you.

1 comment:

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Pebbles.. that's well written. I enjoyed reading it. :)