Put in rocks first, and you can fit in pebbles, and sand, and ground coffee beans, and water around it.
You get that.
Once, he said you rocked his world.
Now, you’re not a rock in his life.He wants his career. His plans.
Or his freedom more.
You get that.
You’re probably a pebble. Or a coffee bean.
Or sugar on top.
When the jar is full, you get disposed of.
You get that.
No.
You don’t.
You don’t get it.
You’re not a pebble, a coffee bean, sugar.
You’re a boulder.
Big, strong, powerful.
Awesome.
Boulders just don’t fit in jars.
You’re meant for something bigger.
You get that?
(Note: Just in case you're reading this... and thinking...
No, this is not about you or us. :-p)
1 comment:
nice poem boots!
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