As I was walking around the city today, I was noticing some of the landmarks and the idea for this poem popped into my mind, so I got home, and this is what came out. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what was on my mind, but it’s at least pretty close.
So many things within his mind
Within his heart, within his soul
He stands upon these city streets
Neither noticing the heat nor cold.
The cars roar past the storefront glass
The people scurry here and there
As pigeons dodge the booted feet
The beggars beg but do not eat.
The sun shines cold in a crystal sky
No cloud of white to break the blue
No single leaf on a barren branch
And now he knows he’s found the truth.
As emotion swells within his breast
As seasons change and years roll past
He knows for certain he has found
The song that now he sings at last.
“You’ll remember me, though I’m gone away
But I’ll still be here, come another day
Though years may come and go my love
Standing here, ‘neath the skies above
If you listen carefully above everything
I promise you will hear the angels sing
They’ll sing the song about me and mine
Those brave young men I fought beside
Who fell with me on the battlefield
For your liberty we fought
For your freedom we were killed.”
You didn’t know he had a mind
Or a heart, or a soul
Just a statue on a pedestal
Standing quiet day and night
But what that statue represents
Is a young man like you and me
Who took his life and laid it down
So that we and ours could all be free.
So there you have it, hope you enjoyed it. God bless, and we’ll read you later. Take care, and stay safe.