He'd found some balls of clay, <br />and puzzled over them, <br />inside a beach-side cave, <br />that was small, dark, and dim, <br /> <br />the beach he then did stroll, <br />he took the balls of clay, <br />he liked to hear kerplunk, <br />so he threw them in the waves, <br /> <br />One dropped upon a rock, <br />inside he found a gem, <br />a priceless ruby red, <br />so he broke the rest of them, <br /> <br />Each clayball held a treasure, <br />an Opal, Jade, , , , or Agate, , , , , <br />A Diamond, Pearl, or Ruby, <br />A Sapphire, or Tanzanite, <br /> <br />He then thought about, <br />how he'd thrown some in the waves, <br />how he'd thought these priceless treasures, <br />were worthless balls of clay, <br /> <br />A sudden thought occurred to him, <br />that people were like gems, <br />their outside might be like the clay, <br />with treasure inside them, <br /> <br />not everyone is beautiful, <br />or is a pleasure to the eye, <br />but that doesn't mean they're also, <br />just worthless clay inside, <br /> <br />he wondered in his walk through life, <br />these people gems in clay, <br />just how many of them, <br />that he had thrown away<br /><br />Elizabeth Lindberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balls-of-clay/
