I suppose I ought to let you know
Just how appreciative I am
Of your service to me
And my feet

You took me places
On clouds
I don't remember
Ever getting sore heels

We've seen all kinds of weather
Fierce rain on the morning walk to school
And mother nature's many mood swings
Have taken a toll on you

Your smooth black laces
Are frayed and caked
With crusty salt
From the sidewalk that once was icy

Your once black leather
Is dull and gray
And has splotches
Of mud and dust

Once you were fit for any occasion
Now all I put you on for
Is to go get the mail;
A job better suited for slippers

Someday I promise
To shine you up
Give you new laces
And go for a walk with you.

A lowly bud grows
Someday it will be
A bright red tulip

Stone, stone, stone,
How ancient and wise you must be.
With ages and ages of knowledge and pages
of books hidden within your gray outside.

Stone, stone, stone,
What would happen if you were to be thrown?
Into a river, down a hill, past the moss-covered path to the mill.
Into the lake, dark and deep,
Where for many a year you soundly sleep.

Stone, stone, stone,
You seem to be extremely tame.
If a person trips, are you to blame?
Is your long life but a useless game?
Do you find human culture lame?
Or do you think it's all the same,
Because you are a stone?
Stone, stone, stone.

I suppose I ought to let you know
Just how appreciative I am
Of your service to me
And my feet

Your lovely black laces
Are frayed and caked
With crusty salt
From the sidewalk that once was icy

Your once black leather
Is dull and gray
And has splotches
Of mud and dust

Someday I promise
To shine you up
Give you new laces
And go for a walk with you.

I am the bane of your existence
I am that which you seek
I am but a circle
In a rectangular prison
But if you release me
I will take you
On adventures,
Over mountains,
Through caves,
Beneath skyscrapers.
I make you happy
I make you angry
I am an experience
Or merely just a game.