what's in a name,
which is nothing at all?
no matter what it is, it's the same:
its just a certain way to call.
at birth there is no importance in a name,
as years pass, and time goes by,
a name soon resembles what you are and became,
it transforms into a badge, something that signifies.
one makes a name so great with the things he does,
with the words that he so eloquently speaks.
at death his name is a symbol of everything he was,
and like a good book, it withstands the passing weeks.
written 3-19-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Baby Blue, Nice poem. Keep writing.