Statues Crumble Poem by Aria Lei

Still and tall as a statue.
I stand straight with perfect posture
At every event.
Be it a birthday party,
Or a funeral.
And, if it is a funeral, I'm the one
Everyone leans on.
'Tis a heavy weight I lift, every time,
And I don't have much stone left now.
Not sure how many more times I can hold them.

I'm losing my stone to rain and other weather.
It's eroding.
How much longer before I
Crumble to the ground,
Just a heap of dust?

I want to stay strong, but I'm weakening.

If I crumble who can put me back
Together again?
If I crumble when I crumble.
Will I ever be a statue again?

Still and strong, I am a statue.
But statues crumble