Some Things Are
Best Unknown

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 ©
2001