When people see statues,
of those who came before them,
gallant and tall,
coats and robes and other clothes,
waving in a permanent wind,
of stone or bronze or gold,
do you think they ever stop to really think,
about the person behind the edifice?

When you consider that people today,
can all think of someone,
who has done something nice,
for them,
or for others,
but behind closed doors,
would happily banter on,
about how bad of a person they are,
it seems a bit odd,
to say that someone who has passed,
is good enough to remember for their deeds,
and apparently not as good,
as those still living and breathing,
to be honest about them.