When I die,
I will become a rock,
never touched
by compassion, joy or anger.
While being torn down by wind and rain,
It will only whip itself inwards
in eternal, impersonal silence,
and at last forget its own existence;
Floating clouds, distant thunder!
Though it may dream,
it will never sing.
Though broken in pieces,
it will never utter a word.
I will become such a rock.
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Leonard Durso 
Now that is something to think about…..
My thought exactly.
I’m going to be a spark so I’ll look for you and stop by to say hello. And remind you of this lovely poem written by a future rock.
Well rocks don’t reply but I will say thank you.
Wonderful.i too want to become as a rock .bt i heard dt rock has d flame in its heart.still dt time ;it is not disturbed,it sleep beyond curtain of pain.m i right dear ?
Quite right.
Yeah.i m glad dt u r agree