Gravity

Hey little boy hey little boy hey little boy hi, why do you carry those rocks around?
Why the long face, and why do you cry? A merry voice said.

I-I-I've got these rocks, they're frightfully large and oh so heavy,
but I mustn't drop them, you see on each one I've drawn a clock! The boy sobbed.

Why, why, why carry those stones? They're much too heavy, see how your little arms shake?
And so dirty and old, I say into the sea let them be thrown!

No no not these rocks that I love, I shan't lose them that each stand for a time,
when I was so fresh and so merry and looked to heaven above!

Bickering badgering balderdash! If it's only to memories you cling,
then you've had all you'll have. Don't expect any more from ashes to ash. At this moment the voice became fierce, and the child stopped crying. Then he was no longer a child, but someone much older. He looked back and said

My life I've divided into twenty and three, of each division three hundred sixty-five days free. Days not sad but happy and glad, but O after each how my heart is rent!

For I give and I give, and I take and I take, but songs conclude and laughter is fake
it all goes and passes away, and I am left with these rocks. And nothing more did the young man say for a long time.







But o well-a-way if I meet a girl so fly, that I could throw all these rocks up into the sky!

But who am I kidding, who would believe
That these rocks would not fall back down? I finished the Canterbury Tales today; the sense of accomplishment I felt compared only to the sense of loss in reading Chaucer's retraction. I need a new project.