The champion in the Guinness
Book of world records
Reached the highest point
Of my mountain
They hailed him
I was there
Holding candles to him
Lighting his way
Carrying his load
Guiding him, walking in front of him
All the way to the peak
The cameras didn't see me
Became invisible
On the background
At the peak of my mountain
Cooking and holding candle
To the champion
I saw the champion on TV
He broke all the world records
Reached the peak
Of my mountain with me
But I was not there to be hailed
When the next champion comes
I will be there
Carrying his load
To the Peak
Sweating, shivering in the cold
That is my job
Be with the champions of the world
History will be made again
Without me
Not mentioned
Not seen
Simply invisible
I read about the champion
In the record books
And wondered
Why I was omitted
Edited out from the scene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it seems that is how they run the world. The visibles and the invisibles