In all this world of wonders, where is the place for us?
In all the vastness of history, what time is there for us?
In the midst of claims of freedom, do we have a choice?
Is the singular moment that once glistened
The only moment we shall ever see?
I fear that if we lived a thousand years
We might never have our time in the sun.
We who move in shadows to make a life for others
We who toil unnoticed who give and yet seem destined never to receive.
I do not speak for myself - that would seem too strange,
But for the others who, hidden from sight, are drained,
Not by some enemy or creature of vile nature,
But by those very people they have given themself to nuture.
Is this the price we must pay?
Not only abandoned but denied.
This is for all the people I have known over the years who have given of themselves only to be left empty without even a thankyou from those they have given so much to.