Life

Excitement looms, a hero is born.
Immortal, cast in stone.
The crowd gathers,
The air filled with murmuring awe.
The cover is thrown,
His glory revealed.
Gasps sweep through the streets.
A work of art,
A masterpiece of man.
He can never be forgotten, immortalized.
The beauty is perfection,
the stone seems to live.
Slowly, winters and summers turn on and on.
The rain beats down,
The snow blankets towns.
The sun shines and the wind roars.
The years slide away,
Steadily ticking.
The hero's face is weathered away
His hands and feet,
His stead fast stare,
All but memories now people say.
His friends all gone,
His family moved on.
This hero is but dead today.