In times of old, they found a rock, pleasing to the eye

And all poor men would search for this, or at least try

Most were grey, but this one gold, they always wanted more

Hopefully, one day, to get their hands on the soft, heavy ore.

 

Eventually a poor scientist, who was as clever as could be

Thought of an idea, and named it alchemy

To be able to change, all the worthless heavy stone

Into gleaming chunks of gold, worthy of being owned

 

Day in and day out for years, tests were being done

And each test he preformed, he hoped would be the one

To turn the dull, useless mass, no one wanted to hold

Into a large shimmering chunk, of the mineral called gold

 

He dedicated his whole life, to turn this junk into worth

But he was unsuccessful, in his attempts to alter earth

While the alchemist tried to alter stone, the mason turned his head

Because the mason made a living, and the alchemist ended up dead

 

When someone neglects, rejects you, or casts you aside like stone

Try to keep in mind that your personality is your own

Let them be the alchemist, trying to change you by force

You be the stone mason, and stay true to your life’s course.