A Poem by Sandy Lynn Myshell

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

© 2021 Sandy Lynn Myshell

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Added on May 30, 2021
Last Updated on May 30, 2021
Tags: anonymous, poem, meek, inspirational, thank you, new poets