Time (A long time)

When he lost his newly knapped stone amongst the pebbles,
Little could that stone age man have known,
That in 30,000 years time I would pick it up,
And marvel at its workmanship,
And its age,
I wonder if, in 30,000 years time,
Someone will read this,
And marvel at my workmanship,
And its age,
I doubt it.
I wonder if that stone age man,
Had pride in his workmanship,
And I wonder if he knew that one day,
Far in the future,
I would write about it,
And you would read about it?

Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2016-12-30 at 16:11

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent questions. Surely, he had pride in his workmanship. I'm sure that you have pride in yours. What we can't know is whether yours is so durable as his. Maybe we should go back to carving stone tablets.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like and appreciate this. It conjures up so many images and possibilities. What we do,both small and large, effects others in big or little ways--only time can tell.