The Statue

The Statue standing straight…erect…firm…and tall,
Representing someone…famous…strong…or small
What it was that deathed me…is now to fix too late,
Give me some protection…for it’s weather that I hate.

T’is the sun that burns me…and the rain that cools my feet,
I am here for anyone…that ever comes too greet.
I am always quiet…at any time or day,
Yet people talk about me…in every sort or way.

I’ve been taken too many countries…that l did want to roam,
My wings never developed…I wish I could have flown.
So as I look before me…for thats the only way I see,
I often wonder endlessly…what happens be-hind me.

R. Decker