Statues of stone
Beautiful courtyards
Where on the walls are at home
Great works of art
Beautiful landscapes
Cultured roses around ponds
On a hill it decorates
As our eyes look upon
Remembered always
Treasured are such things
Chandelier hallways
Mansions of kings
In all of their glory
In books we write
And treasured are their stories
But the poor they cried
For every stone laid
No gold, diamond rings
Long and forgotten
Those who created such things
Balcony stairways
For some they understand
For each brick carefully laid
By a wrinkled poor hand
No gold no diamond stones
Only babies that cry at night
No mansion to call a home
No stories do we write
No chandelier hallways
No mansion of king
Forgotten always
Like an ever distant dream
Forgotten and gone
No gold no diamond rings
But still living on
Mansions of kings.
Copyright 2008 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamstar@aol.com
author: The Kingdom & When Cannons Fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem