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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