A Stone on the Path

I am there by the side of the road,
Same way I was there before;
Watching movement across the path
People do move there, quite a lot;
Some tired and some depressed,
Choose me as their place to rest.
Giving joy is not my task,
Some sort of refuge, is all they ask.

Withered by the sky am I,
Birds watching over me as they fly,
They need no rest they need no roof,
Their layings on me, their only proof.

People get back in their sway
Saying-'You were the one who moved away.'
But who am I to have a say...-
I'm just a stone, by your path I lay.
What else can I do but to say
'I'll be here... you go adead and play!'

-LogicaIncognito