Though surrounded
By millions
Like himself
He stood
Alone
Without emotion
Facing the
Elements
Unmoving
Uncaring
Until a hand
Did touch his
Face
And gave
Him life
Now idolized
For what
He had
Become
Never again
Remembered
For what
He had
Been
|
|||||
| © Copyright 2005 Poetry4.com |
|||||
| 122. Stone Though surrounded By millions Like himself He stood Alone Without emotion Facing the Elements Unmoving Uncaring Until a hand Did touch his Face And gave Him life Now idolized For what He had Become Never again Remembered For what He had Been |
|||||
 | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  |