I have a poem on the back of my business card, as did my father before me. Some of you may find it interesting.... I think that there shall never be, An ignoramous just like me... Who roams the hills throughout the day to pick up rocks that do not pay. For theres one thing that I've been told, I take the rocks and leave the gold. Over deserts wild and mountains blue, I pick up rocks of varied hue. A hundred pounds or more I pack, with blistered feet and aching back. And when this all is said and done, I cannot name a single one. I pick up rocks where ever I go, The reason why, I do not know. For rocks are found by fools like me, where God intended us to be.