Some Things Are
Best Unknown

I stumped my toe
On something in the ground
When I picked it up
I was amazed
What I had found.

It was an old arrowhead
An Indian might have lost
Many years ago
Back in a time
When time moved slow.

Maybe it was a gift
To a boy from his dad
If this is what happened
When the boy realized he had lost it
I imagine he was very sad.

It is impossible for me to know
Who lost this arrowhead
Maybe what I think happened
And what actually did
Is a better memory
To hold instead
Of knowing what did happen.

Some things are best unknown....

Ralph L. Clark ©

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