The Stone

I walk among the stones, they are polished to a shine
And somewhere in the world there is one that will be mine
On the ground they scatter where the fallen leaves have blown
I am searching for a special one but I’m not searching for my own

On it is a message for all the world to see
Carved there by a master and set beside a tree
To me it brings back memories of the days gone by
Memories should make me smile, instead I start to cry

But tears can blur our vision, we need to see ahead
Our footing must be certain upon the paths we tread
But for a fleeting moment I leave the path alone
Instead of looking skyward I am searching for a stone

And when at last I find it I will kneel in silent prayer
It gives me little comfort just knowing that it’s there
There are a billion stones around me but this one’s not the same
For on it’s carved a pair of dates beneath my father’s name


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