Pebbles And Ripples Poem by Carlos Cardona

Stone after stone over the ledge
On mater how many pebbles I throw
The river never seems to slow
I’ve turned old my face has lost its glow
Like fruit my flesh will decay and like a memory I will fade

Lost my inspiration once again
I’ve got a road blocks in every corner of the street in my head
This wall I will try to dent to engrave my name
Just to see how will remember me
I’m don’t ask for a eternity just for a second

Is this another desperate cry?
From a boy how is treated like a old toy
In a box in the corner of a shelf just collecting dust and slow but surly starts to rust
Just for someone to know his there
Just for someone to even care

That’s why he writes till day break
Trying to see how big of a ripple he can make in a lake
He writes till his fingers ace and till his head turns to mush
His work will never make him a dime but it keeps him out of crime
And hopefully inspires someone to write tell there story of there life