"Yes i'm cold, and so very angry. Never having a word to say, no one ever to know whats inside of me. Central Park is my home, and i'm welcomed to stay. A tour guide with a handful of people visit me day after day. You may think i'm homeless. That's not the case you see. I'm just a statue in a New York park, where the birds make a mess of me."
I always thought of the Statue named "The Thinker" And what might be on his mind...