Anonymous

A little poem about the one's whose names are lost to history though they leave their mark

 

And while we plebes

Scurry through the trees

Trying to carve our way

Praying to leave our name

You, you in all your greatness

Choose to be anonymous

 

Such sweet words are written by your hand

Thrust out amongst us common man

To twist and turn and flip

Like chimps in sheer amazement

And while we, we wear our lives down

Trying to find a few choice words somehow

You, you in all your poetic greatness

You remain anonymous

 

In the photos you look so cheerful

So young all those years ago

The children of now

Pass you around

Try to decipher your whereabouts

Strange that no one remembers you this time

Yet you are the foremost on their minds

 

And that portrait you painted

Of that strong nobleman

When was that again?

And those stories you told

That even the young can tell the old

And the songs you sang

More true now than then

All your works gather ‘round us

Suffocatingly surround us

While we fight for a chance

To be as infamous

You, you in all your greatness

You remain anonymous

 

You who creates the rocks and trees and heavens

And you who develops dreams and hopes and homes

You who whispers to the children

And comforts the ill, the infirm, the alone

You whose hands are so kind

Whose hearts so forgiving

You at the back of everyone’s mind

And the peak of everyone’s living

 

While we plebes

Scurry through the trees

Dodging the flames

And hoping above hope to leave our name

You, you in all your greatness

You chose to remain anonymous