THE STATUES
He turned the key in the door
to enter his house, to lie down.
Suddenly he remembered that he forgot something
but it was late, he couldn’t return.
Thus, all alone in the night,
with his fingers on the key,
outside, in the road, just out of his door
whole, opposite his fate,
petrified like a statue.
However, even the statues smile vaguely.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 