A Pebbles Lot In Life Poem by Bill Cantrell

Life


We all were majestic mountains,
now just pebbles, destined to be sand
You see, we vary in color and size,
each with numerous stories to tell
Inquiry to the largest ones,
requires a chair,
they are quite long winded
Our writer is hyperbolic pebble too,
he also shares level twenty four
The lesson he learned there?

Mountains of poems soon wear and tear,
transforming to pebbles in the stream of time
In the end it's all good, hyperbolically sound
Although we are worn out, we're still hanging around