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Lament of the Statue

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They call me a statue,
And a statue I am.
I was made long before you
In '53.  My name is Sam.

I never knew the one after whom
I was modelled, and I still don't know
How accurate I am.  But there's no room
For doubts in my head.  No room at all, no.

Still, I'm a happy statue, if lonely at times.
I have no friends; in lieu of them I have my mimes.

My mimes are birds: a flock or throng.
They mimic reality for me;
That reality for which I long.
It is my wish that it I could see.

I cannot.
I am a neglected statue,
And have been so for years.
Was bought and brought in splendour here;
Now guard a broken tomb.

A statue I may be, but
I must have a grander meaning
Than guarding an empty tomb...
Mustn't I?
This is soooorta a work in progress... But not really? I wrote this on the bus; I was interesting in the idea of writing a poem about a statue. There's a wonderful short story by Oscar Wilde called 'The Happy Prince' that showcases a statue, and I wanted to do something along those lines, yet different. So I did! It's not completely refined and I'm not entirely happy with the way a couple of the stanzas fit together, but here it is anyway, for your reading pleasure!
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Alnia's avatar
I love the first stanza! On a note, "there" at the end should be "I"