Monuments

Monuments retreat under Time’s harsh gaze,
fighting the futile fight, but fighting all the same
as their stone crumbles, grain, by grain, by grain.

They stood strong and solid – behold triumph!
The ones who’d never break, who’d eternally reign,
staring down with disdain, disdain, disdain.

Mighty voices now stolen by the wind;
fading fragmented echoes, a vanishing stain,
‘Please don’t forget my name, my name, my name

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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