Confessions of a Statue
Ignore me
and know that I am grateful.
See me as a statue
and I'm content.
Leave me to my idyll:
I find more respect in solitude
than compliments.
I know more of love from silence
than from kisses.
I've learned more of human kindness
from passing strangers
than from people
spouting mindless viewpoints
as though it were the word of God.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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