The Nine

I was a stone lying still,
On the chirping streets of may..
Kicked and flicked I'd be until,
A child picked me on the way..

I tossed, turned in pockets o his,
Unsure of the others there..
I thought to myself wat a pity tis',
In the pocket there seemed no tear..

Ive seen the bottom of a well,
And skipped through the ocean face..
From mountaintops I've often fell,
To the bottom was my race..

I recall my home, a faint memory,
In the darkest of dark mines..
I lived there with my family,
In sevens and eights and nines..

At last I broke into the light,
The childs eye close to mine..
A faint smile that turned bright,
As I was seated next to nine..

I could not comprehend my role,
Next to the nine glistening tough..
Across the room a mirror shone,
I was a diamond in the rough..