The Stone Man
The stone man, weak from chemo
Stood in front of the elevator doors,
Classic features on the beautiful face,
His frame and contours fragile,
If tipped over, he would break.
How I wish to have had
This statue in my home
At another time
When the craze and cracks were not so apparent.
But he is now beyond my reach to acquire
And with that I am at peace,
For another art lover claims him
And will add him to his collection.
And this collector, known to me,
Will cherish the stone man
As much as I.
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