The King And The Stone Poem by Jim Yerman

A wise old king was asked one day,
while sitting on his throne...
"Of all the gifts you've been presented
why cherish that little stone? "

The king looked down at the stone in his hand
then smiled lovingly...
"A little boy walked a hundred miles
to give this stone to me."

"But it's not a diamond...not a pearl,
it's not covered in silver or gold.
It's just a stone, my liege,
what value can it hold? "

"Even a king's life can be confusing." he said.
"And when I find myself adrift..
this little stone reminds me
the journey is the gift."