UNSUNG

By

Michael Edwin Q

Seize this world with both hands

Breathe in its aroma deeply

Plead for each and every one who has gone before

Not just the famed and powerful

But the meek and oppressed

Whose passing goes unsung without celebration

Take up the shovel and place the soil down gently

They are the sum total of this world

Favored by few and sought out by none

Burden carried by battered hands and ailing hearts

Laid heavy on mortal form, enduring the sorrow of being

Till grace carries them home

Place the flowers down, the lily and the rose

Seasons leave behind their fragrance

Seek out and endow them where you find them

These undaunted masses

Those who repair and refurbish

They go on with upturned eyes

Hands upon their hearts

Unmentioned countrymen in our midst

A song unsung, a bell not rung

These sovereign of the earth

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