One Pose
They pass me each and everyday
Without noticing a bit of me,
Maybe a hey, hi, or hello will do
But they’ll never ever see.
I would look upon that whispering road
And see my helpless friend,
I would lean with tremendous pains
Just to shake his honest hand.
But I never do succeed
Finding myself in need of help,
Still, they would pass me by
Not seeing of how I felt.
As I hold my gun over my shoulder
I’ve learn to stand so still,
Living in one pose
Opposing my threatening wills.
My armors are crumbling down
But my legs straighten quietly,
As birds nests on my cape
Resting quite silently.
Sometimes they would throw trash
Landing on my feet,
I would yell for a seize
But they never hear of what I speak.
I wish to stare at the sky
But my eyes will not move,
I can only look upon that road
And I cannot decide to choose.
My hat is tipped-half in
My fingers are dying old,
Once I’ve pass the burning heat
It then comes the bitter cold.
They would never care to clean me
Only the kindness of the rain,
It washes down my half-tucked vest
So that they can see my trusting name.
I want to laugh and put on a smile
But my face is built to fit an angry man,
So whenever they decide to look at me
They will never understand.
Copyright © Zeng Her | Year Posted 2006
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