A lonely mineral once met with other lonely mineralsJoined in the forge of earthIt became granite, marble, slate, quartz, or shaleResting there until called by man or nature To become A great monument or a beachOr perhaps just road covering to dent a car?
John, it sure is tough to be a lonely mineral! At the end of the road will you be exulted? Or will you just sigh, "I coulda been a contender?"
This poem sure gave me a laugh! keep it up, Sir!
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