Lonely Statue


I came here on a winter day,
And have been here ever since;
In ice and cold,
Through snow and storm,
God's wintery mix.
Through day and night,
I sit so still never getting tired.
The only thoughts inside my head are:
What day?
What time?
What hour is it?
I see all the people passing by,
Hurrying to a warm shelter;
While I sit out here in the cold,
Not knowing warmth or love.
Finally, I don't feel so cold,
I start to feel the warmth,
I see the sun,
The children run,
And watch bees buzzing around flowers.
The people start to come and look,
At me and my fellow statues;
But I wish,
To be free,
Like all the children around me.

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