A Life in Stone

This rock I hold has lived longer
Than any man who’s ever been.
Even all those who live through tales
Are not as old as whom I hold.

Even the first to walk these shores
Knew of this rock that I now know.
He watched them come and then pass on;
Their bones beneath the white sea foam.

Yet he lived on, and shall for years
Meet new tenants who come and go.
And watch a million more sunsets
As we pass on with ours of old.

He’s lived the past and shall observe
The future world our sons compose.


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