Monody Poem by Aaron Marchant

I was a runner up in the game of life, a third rate, ‘also ran'.
A 'c' plus or 'b' minus, superfluous to the plan

Making up the numbers, an extra in the scene
A trail of tears for four score years, with not much in between

I did little harm if I could, but equally, did little good
No wisdom did I contribute, less still, great works of repute

I challenged not iniquity, nor increased its ubiquity
No fist did I raise in defiance, but shuffled meekly in compliance

Not hero, villain, fool or sage or Casanova of my age
Neither an idea or invention, that might be worthy of a mention

No distinguishing features, or aught to tell apart.
So it was as I arrived, so it is, as I depart