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The Final Stone

Beneath this engraved stone I forever rest,
all my pain has vanished,
all my worries are long gone,
all the tearful goodbyes have dried up.
I am now a polished piece of rock;
a hyphen, a small dash, represents my entire existence...
I tried so hard to be so much more.
Take loving care of what I have become.


For "Stones" contest sponsored by Rick Parise.

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Carolyn Devonshire

June 21, 2011 at 10:57 AM

Very unique take on the "stones" theme, George. We like to think that all our cares disappear when we die, but Mark Twain had a different idea. He wrote a very witty short story about a graveyard that had been left in disarray. The skeletons emerged from the graves and carried their coffins in search of a spot where their remains would be cared for. It is sad to think that the engravings on a tombstone represent a peron's "entire existence," but in many cases this is true. Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich

June 13, 2011 at 10:35 PM

WOW, one of my favorites I've seen in this contest. Why couldn't I have thought of this??

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

June 13, 2011 at 8:28 PM

wow what a take on the contest George.. tremendous vision in this write luv.. good luck in the contest.. this will be in the final judging for sure luv..