Stepping Stones.

I am a stepping stone
not a place that you call home.
Stand still with me for a while,
contemplate, reflect and smile.

You will learn some stuff here
then skip along and disappear.
I'll be your rock and pave the way,
then be forgotten with yesterday.

Whenever I question why I'm so alone
I remember that I am a stepping stone.
I become slippery when you won't move along.
I can't carry you forever I'm not that strong.

If I seem hard and cold remember I am a stone.
Not a place that anyone calls home.
I'm motionless as you move on
but will remember you when your gone.

For a brief stage somewhere in time,
I was your rock as you were mine.
I'm part of the way but not quite home.
My every friend is a stepping stone.

Tis a sweet notion yet a lonely dream
that all stepping stones become the stream.
Flowing as one to an ocean of infinite love and care,
should this be true I'll meet you there.

J.E.P Wilson