ivor or ivor.e hogg
Unsung - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
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
at least for some small part of me.
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