Four stones I hold in my hand

Unable to tell which one's best

Search high and low in the sand

Forever might not be the best

These four stones are not alike

Some are big and some are nice.

But why can't I choose which I like?

Maybe because none is vice.

I like this first stone for some reason

Maybe it's hard and smooth at the same time

Rarely it shines with the season

But it's still beautiful may it be a crime.

The second stone I recently found

It's very round and looks nice

The music it makes, the lyrics, the sound,

A masterpiece I call it, Oh what a sight.

The third stone so very dear to me

I found it far from where I am

Still unsure we may forever be

Like a beauty from a stem.

Lastly this stone, I've known for years

The first stone which caught my attention

Stayed with me though it gave me tears

Still got me thinking all of those questions

I've collected these stones through my life

I've never thought I'd be selecting now

Through thick and thin, or even strife

Oh life, should you allow?

Young and fresh I may ever seem

To pick one stone out of the four

Little experience from every scheme

Give me some time to explore

What the world may offer

So I can see

All the beautiful stones together

So I could let go of all the three.