Giants

Where are they now,
Those men of steel and stone
Who ruled with iron hand
On mountain tops,
In ivory towers - all alone,
Their praise on lips of every man,
Devout, admiring looks
Were theirs throughout the land,
And everyone would freeze and stop
If they'd but lift a hand -
Forgotten, gone - a bit of dust,
A mossy stone - a line in books
Is all that's known........

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz