It lay by the roadside
It caught his his eye
The intriguing stone
With its hidden beauty
He picked it up
With visions of the future
And what he could make of it
He took it with him
For nearly twenty years
He pushed and prodded it
He rubbed and agitated it
Trying to give it polish
He tried a plain silver setting
Then experimented with flashy gold
Even tried an ornate playinum one
Never truly satisfied
Frustrated he threw it away
He got a new one.
There it lay on the rocks of the roadside
Hidden beauty still shining within
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