Those years I walked on River Road
Avoiding rocks there falling
I didn’t realize right then
There was a higher calling.
Their sign said, “Watch for Falling Rocks!�
I knew I should avoid ‘em
But little did I know the cost
Of mingling with those fallen.
But now you’ve shown
They can’t be touched
I realize my sin.
You never know exactly where
A fallen rock has been.
And if I should be tempted by
A stone with quartzy glitter
I’ll quickly cast the thing aside
As so much useless litter.
Though all that glisters is not gold
It still would bring me down
To know I’ve had some dealings with
The rocky sort in town.
So I’ll stay on the beaten path
And vow I will not teeter
But when I die I pray
The current gatekeeper’s not Peter.