Dead heroes hold an honoured place
in histories of the human race.
But I am forced to wonder why
we only honour those who die.
To live and raise a family
would seem to me to be.
A much more worthwhile thing to do.
Just common folk like me and you.
Who in their quiet way contrive
to keep the human race alive.
The heroes leave behind their fame
But I pass on the family name
ensuring immortality
at least for some small part of me.
(17-Jun-07)
What a lovely flowing poem this is. And I loved the subject matter too. Certainly a thought given forth here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ivor, I so agree.... A beautiful poem, written by a man with a beautiful heart. Most excellet read....'I Enjoyed, Very Much'