a game of stones

3 little boys, one game with stones.
in the forgotten corners of my mind,
the memory of the game was covered in dust.
I tried to remember the rules of the game
it was a bit of a haze.
shaking the dust off a few of the moves
brought tears to my eyes.
That was a game I played as a child
my kids will never know of it.
forgotten and fading soon
from the collective human history
someday, someone will stumble upon a game
like I did today
opening a chapter in some book on a wayside game.