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Secrets Divulged
by Philip F De Pinto
Upon some seemingly impenetrable surface
Having no one else to confide in
The boy told his secret to a rock
The rock was flattered
Nevertheless surprised
That one in such should confide
Such a secret as was far and wide
To one much too narrow and flat
Good only for skimming or flinging at
Some misunderstood Titan
Which he did
And if the rock was ever to divulge
Such a secret it would be this:
That boy would be king
If the rock would lend assistance
Which I did
And the rest is history
But after that fateful fling
My life became what you could call uneventful
As is consistent with my kind
Good only as we could be subservient to men or women
Of one ambition or other:
One high and mighty on his throne
The other achieving no other status but laying low
In some field - upon which he did his head yield
Thus his ambition?
Which prior the lights going out
Did manage to confide in me its secret
Which was much less far and wide
Than the boy's
Which those of my kind
No matter the size
Are nevertheless sworn to bear
Even whilst we are skimmed upon some ruffian surface
Or flung at some hardened shape
Not conducive to hanging on to such
Still we persist!
What other usage to ambition
Would we serve?
Other than to wind up in some shoe
Or other
And bug the daylights out of some
Stroller or other
Too lazy or too busy rushing
To making something out of his or herself
To stoop down and emancipate one of our kind
From his or her shoe
We know of such ambition
Which would never think to stoop
As is overconfident enough to think
It knows what time it is
And that it is late
As is Goliath - mindless
Of his former stature
Which came natural to him
And rotting in some field
With rocks privy to contain
His secret much less far and wider
Than any boy turned king
Would ever again think to stoop
To divulge secrets of any kind
To any of my kind
But cultivate only cool appearance
08/30/2013 Posted on 08/30/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/01/13 at 01:09 PM Oh how I have spoken to many rocks. Some speak back but some are afaid. Those who speak give such comfort as this poem. Nicely done Philip. |
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