The rock

The rock
Stands still
Eroded by time
Pitting on the surface
And greyed with
The trials of life
Well traveled for a rock
Picked up and placed
in pockets
Transfered from one
Place to the next
Thrown as friends laugh
And left
As friends cry
Sitting
Waiting
Patiently
For the next hand
To clasp it's
Uneven skin
To stroke it's
Hard mishapen surface
Alone
But never truly alone
The rock
A foundation
Of life
A life less known