The Marble
A little marble
Found by a young boy on the stairs
Interest is found for a little while
Then, not lost,
The interest diffuses
But the boy still keeps it
On his desk
Drawings turn to multiplication problems,
Multiplication turns to research papers
But through it all the marble sits
The boy looks fondly now and then
Remembering his childhood
But not regretting progression
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