Lonely Rock
That lonely rock just looks at me.
How sad it has no destiny.
It lies there amid that dirt,
While out the door each day I spirt,
Into traffic, trouble... tears
As hours dissolve into years.
I fight and fume and formulate.
Alas, at times who'd hesitate
To run away from flock and clock,
And nestle by that lonely rock!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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