I have been crushing big rocks into little rocks all day. <br />Tired, hungry and bruised, my spirit decays. <br />Once so big and now so small. <br />No longer do these rocks seem so tall. <br /> <br />Peebles? No, hardly the case for me. <br />Just small rocks for all to see. <br />About the size of a basball round. <br />None smaller can be seen or found. <br /> <br />Who decides on the final resting place? <br />I decide on these weary scars upon my face. <br />Sleep, sleep as the day comes near. <br />More big rocks will soon appear. <br />Again, I will crush big rocks into little rocks all day.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-rocks-little-rocks/
