False Fame Poem by Omar Osman Jabak

I am the common man; I have no great song.
When Mum saw me first, she cried very long.
When Dad held me first, he felt very proud.
I was their ray of hope; I was a rainy cloud.
I left school early, but valued my teacher.
I liked to be a soldier, a barber or a builder.
My parents still loved me and gave me all care!
They had amazing hearts; unequalled and rare!
I became a famous builder in my little town.
I built so many houses; I let no one down!
My name went places; I left so many marks.
I built so many schools; I built so many parks.
The places that I built each assumed a name.
I walked by those places; I didn't see my name.

5/6/2014