It's a "what am I" poem. kinda.
I pridefully display my purpose,
And cannot be shelved away;
My heart is rooted in the stone,
And that’s what makes me immortal.
People swoon at my complexity,
And have for centuries of time;
Even when they needed not understand,
They knew that I was immortal.
My creators came and passed away,
Leaving me as proof of their lives;
I represent them well, I must add,
For after all, they made me immortal.
The Nile, Egypt’s uniting spirit,
Even she cannot wear me down;
She can never reach me where I stand,
And so I live, and I am immortal.
I mark the gates of the world
To which all go, but none return;
I tell the stories of leaders past,
And so I must be immortal.
Yet seeing my ancient life-song
Expressing Golden times,
I know I am surely fading away;
If only I was truly
Immortal.
What am I? My smartest friend got it right, but no one else has yet. Also: critiques are (as always) very much appreciated, for I'd like to make this better.
