poem

 3 PebblesYou ought to carry three pebblesIn your pocket every day(Not the one where your keys are keptLest they fall out when a door is unlocked)You ought to carry three pebbles To remind you of the threeThings you aren ’t allowed to forgetIt has to be three, no more or less But the things you can ’t forgetAre subject to certain rules One of the pebbles must always standFor the fact that someday you ’ll dieOne has to remind you of somethingOnly you know about someone you love The last one is a wild cardMost people never assign anythingTo the last pebbleIt ’s too hard to chooseIt becomes a gravestoneWithout a name   1/18/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - January 18, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs