A Man's Worry Rock
A worry rock in a man's hand
Smooth as a calm lake in July
Asking only to be loved
With a troubled past he leaves behind
With Expectations of love he waits
For another mate for him to find
In his eyes you can see that he is real
A Lost love trapped deep down inside
Spirituality and religion become a question
for the answer only he himself can find
A man's true love for god
comes in the image of a young woman’s eyes
Destiny and fate
Connected into one
The Worry rock in the man's hand
Serves its purpose and is passed on
Worry no more
The precious rock speaks to the soul
A Man who was once lost
Is shown the way by an old stone
For these sticks and stones
They often do break many bones
However the worry rock is true and kind
With wishes upon wishes
And Dreams upon dreams
This Worry rock, I hope you will all find
This is dedicated to my friend Zach who told me about his worry rock that his father gave
him and how it helped him get through tough times in his life
His father found this rock in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee in a stream on the mountain
and it was smooth as if it had been sculpted by god himself.
His father had it for many years and turned to it during hard times, and when he felt the time
was right he gave it to his son.
Copyright © Cody Turner | Year Posted 2009
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