The Stone Fountain

Walking on a road
a boy was left alone.
Wandering the streets
looking for a home.
Searching for a place,
he could call his own.

As he walked he came across
a fountain made of stone.
In the water he did see
worn faces from long ago.
In the water he went to stand
among the creatures large and grand.

In them he did see
a place his eyes could not believe.
Of the water he got out
as it's inhabitants began to shout.
He retreated
lonely and defeated.

The stone grew dreary
losing one of their own.
He trudged on
unaware of what he had done.
He walked alone on winters nite
Unaware of the hole in his life.

On the road
he was again alone.