Statues in Doorways
When we walk the streets of any town,
We see the statues on the ground.
We glance a while then look away,
Having no comforting words to say.
Yet if that statue cost a million pounds,
Then our vocabulary knows no bounds.
How can we ever let this be today,
To say these statues are just in the way.
They are a creation of our blinded society,
But we can change that and not let it be.
They are one of us...one in the same,
They have a heart...they have a name.
A motionless reflection of what may have been,
One wrong turn and there you or I could be seen
So be careful with what you say or do,
For next time round they could be passing you.
Then you will realise how they must have been,
A statue looked at but never seen.
Gordon