The Firework-Lit Musings of Big Ben

Big Ben, tall and grand,

Stood tall in London's land.

Fireworks lit up the night,

As he pondered his place in sight.

He ticked and tocked with measured pace,

As he gazed upon the human race.

Their laughter and cheers,

Did not ease his fears.

"What is my purpose, oh tell me true,

Is it just to mark the hours anew?

Do I stand as a symbol of time,

Or is there something more sublime?"

The fireworks continued to burst and shine,

As Big Ben struggled with this design.

He was more than just a clock, he knew,

But exactly what, he had yet to accrue.

"Perhaps I stand for history's reign,

A testament to London's great name.

Or maybe it's something more profound,

A connection to the world all around."

Big Ben may never truly know,

The reason for his grandiose show.

But as he stands tall and proud,

He knows he's a symbol, unwavering and loud.