Your second-hand statue

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    Your second-hand statue

    I see a beautiful sky
    and I think of you
    I picture you starring off
    lost in it’s beauty
    Somewhere out there
    thinking of me
    I see a beautiful sky
    and I whisper your name
    Wishing you were beside me
    welcoming the new day
    welcoming a fresh horizon

    Why can’t you hear me cry your name at night
    How could you not know what to do next
    How could you not know how much I need you

    Maybe your gift isn’t wrapped in gold
    or flawless in design
    You’ll find that your treasure has been dropped
    a few too many times
    Left chipped, broken and glued

    It’s beyond me why you’d deny the ability to mend
    or otherwise repair
    Your second-hand statue

    For you truly are the only one who could
    Gather your tools and get going already
    A few more falls
    And she’ll be un-repairable

    Even for you

    ~Dorenda~

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    PRober commented on Your second-hand statue

    07-06-2009

    alrighty, mighty fine... I like the story and the rhymes....good job, write on!

    dorenda

    07/06/2009

    Hey thanks. I think you're the first to even look at any of my work.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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