Rock
I felt a whole lot better about it
When the rock was all done speaking to me.
You see he had not planned to make me trip,
Although he said that it was for the best.
You ask what I was doing in a field
Talking to a rock that had just tripped me?
The answer is really very simple.
I was running in very slow motion
While music played romantically above.
Ready for an embrace, my arms were out
And towards me ran the woman of my dreams.
And just as we were about to embrace
The rock introduced my face to the ground.
Then hard upon my back I felt her foot
As she pranced on to meet her own true love.
I stood right up and went to kick that rock.
Then I heard him say with a sincere voice,
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to trip you."
"Well a lot of good that does me" I said.
"I could have been happy with her," I said.
To my surprise the rock replied "not true."
At this I stopped and sat in front of him
Waiting for him to continue his thought,
Which I will now in full relay to you.
"Many people have crossed my little field
And I watch as each slowly goes across.
Many people are with 'love' stricken blind
And meet another at the center point.
But rarely do those people make it home
Or even off my little stretch of grass.
They woo and swoon for just a tiny bit
Then realize they are not a perfect pair
And head out in opposite directions.
I see them looking for a perfect match
And I also see that it can't be found.
A match like that needs two perfect people,
And I have yet to find but even one.
I only know one couple that worked out.
One of this pair actually tripped like you.
The other stopped to help him to his feet
And as she tried to pull him off the ground
She slipped and fell right down on top of him.
They paused and looked right in each others eyes
And then began to laugh with joy and mirth.
Together they lifted each other up
And went away, not prancing hand in hand,
But leaning on each other's strong shoulders.
So my advice to you my dear young lad
Is find a woman that, if you should fall,
Will with a giggle help you up again,
And you should, for her, always do the same.
Then happy, my friend, I think you will be."
He then was quiet and sat like a rock.
I asked him to tell me just a bit more
But not another word would he utter.
I went away thinking of what he said.
Wondering where I could find a new rock
To trip on where a cute girl was near by.
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