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Derek's work has been registered at the U.S. Library of Congress, so it would be a terrible financial idea to plagiarize or use any of the material found on this website for your own purposes. Nevertheless, enjoy the writing!

The Metaphor

The metaphor was near implosion,
A mountainside worn by erosion,
And weighed what good its life work had uncovered.
It contemplated all its actions,
A sentry shunning all distractions,
And shed a tear at what it had discovered.

 It suddenly reached this conclusion,
A dagger cutting through confusion,
That it was never what it strived to be.
With gasping breath, it thus incanted:
“Oh would that my last wish be granted!”
And passed on like a noble simile.