Statue: Sculpture That Would Remain

I always look in one direction I wear a mask, both night and day Designed to scale and ones perfection Time commands what comes my way. I see the sunshine and the raining Endure the wind and bitter cold Clothed the same but weather staining Made of stone and growing old. I never smile or change emotion Looked upon, and given thought The patrons come and show devotion While their many answers sort. My flowers and the grasses tended The fountains flow to honour peace Flaws and cracks to we all mended But from time I have no release. I am not an indifferent to some people Although they live, they are not free Stagnate, lost with no direction The gifts of life, to never see. At least I am here to be a symbol Be an object and a view Protected by my stony cover Guided by what time might do.. I see the children grow till old I watch and see what time does do The years of new they all unfold Until again the year is new. Where I will stand in peace and glory Hold my posture and my name A testament to man’s endeavour Sculptured so that I would remain.