The Blackcountry Man

By brickmaker

Drop a pebble in the water.....

just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center,
flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling
where the end is going to be.

By James W. Foley

All the poem can be found here.

Life is a little like this I have found, you make a decision that affects some people and the ripples spread everywhere, just like in the pool.
Can't be helped though if you need to progress, can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

I know I said I couldn't use this again as the free time ran out, but i couldn't resist, I bought it, sorry Shy.

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