I shall soon die as mineral to be reborn as a vegetable ……… perhaps as a human in few thousand or hundreds of years.
Maybe not …… if the recyclers take me away; then I shall remain a mineral for some more time.
Patience – time will reveal.
Then one day, a homeless couple came and their eyes lighted up. They took shelter within my rusting body.
Time the great-magus intervened. They started selling bun-kebabs and soon transformed me into a mobile food van.
I am blessed to be a small wheel in this cosmic machine.
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.