The Statue
A poem I wrote, I find a lot of my spare time put into writing random things such as this, this particular poem is about the relation between a statue and the man it's based after.
There you stand, alone and cold, Wearing that same expression, growing old, Solid stone, yet full of heart, You are the end of me, and the start, Years pass by, your rough surface weathered, My legacy there, but life severed, Standing tall, admired, My memory, you have sired, There you stand, alone and cold, Wearing that strange expression, growing old, You are my heart, my living gold, Standing, ever tall, and ever bold, I live as long as you do, but you'll always be there, no matter what you've been through