Wednesday, January 18, 2023

poem

 3 Pebbles

You ought to carry three pebbles

In your pocket every day

(Not the one where your keys are kept

Lest they fall out when a door is unlocked)

You ought to carry three pebbles 

To remind you of the three

Things you aren’t allowed to forget

It has to be three, no more or less 

But the things you can’t forget

Are subject to certain rules 

One of the pebbles must always stand

For the fact that someday you’ll die

One has to remind you of something

Only you know about someone you love 

The last one is a wild card

Most people never assign anything

To the last pebble

It’s too hard to choose

It becomes a gravestone

Without a name   

That no one remembers

To bring flowers to


1/18/23

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