Mansions Of King’s Poem by Bill Simmons

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