Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
The statue stood in Central Park
Right in the middle of the square
And all the people passing there
Were held in awe at that great sight,
A symbol of man's strength and might
Was the statue in Central Park.
A full ten feet it stood upright
But, more amazing than its height,
Was power it seemed to posess;
Self-confidence, assuredness, And, people passing hour by hour,
Thought, "What I'd give to have that power!"
Occasionally in the dark
Quick footsteps rang in Central Park
And one could hear a chipping sound
As chunks of granite hit the ground
From strangers who had sought to gain
A piece of strength to ease their pain.
Relentlessly, they whittled down
That new-found source of strength they found
Till dust and pebbles now are all
Remaining of that figure tall.
Humanity has left its mark -
No statue stands in Central Park.
The statue's story is my own.
Instead of rock, I'm flesh and bone
But cousins, uncles, aunts and nieces
All have taken little pieces.
Searching for the strength to be,
They've all been chiseling away at me!
The statue in Central Park and I
Will go together, by and by.
The strength we had to stand alone,
(His of granite, mine of bone)
Defeated, crumpled on the ground
By 'friends' who finally brought us down.
I'll always be right here for you
But know that I have limits, too
And my advice is...please step back
When you see me begin to crack
For, though I seem to stand alone.
I, too, need statues of my own.
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 07-29-99).]