Skipping Stones

He tossed the pebbles over the waters with furious, bent intentions,
frustration brewed in his veins, life inequities being stones in his heart.
One more throw bounced the rock farther than the rest, rippling lake for longest time.
It all seemed pointless and unfair, none one cared for his labors or how he helped.
Leaving the rest of his pebbles by the shore, sure none would ever know his pain.

One last thought stabbed his mind, leaving paper of his rejected ideas with the pile,
perhaps some wind would give it a decent burial.
Stranger came along a day later, feeling equally discouraged, found the note,
it touched him from the inspiration, he went on to start a business
unknowingly hiring its writer who had been unemployed.