The Rock

There's this guy
who had a rock,
Never gave him
any good luck.
Where he went,
this boulder came,
They were like
a ball and chain.

Many dreams blew away,
This rock rolled astray.
Back on his shoulders,
the rock always went.
Tired as he was,
His knees always bent.

One day he said "Hell with this,"
and kissed the rock good-bye.
"This burden I shall see no more!
Then my spirits will soar!"

He threw away this rock,
And hoped for the best of luck.

It didn't go very far,
landed on his toes.

by: Charlie Ma