We are simple people,
whose names won't be remembered.
They will not build us monuments
or carve our faces into stones.
When we pass from this world
they will not broadcast our names
on the Television to tell the world.
Our mourners will not fill up Cathedrals.
Instead we will get a single column Obituary.
We shall lay our broken bodies in the family plot
next to those who left before us,
waiting patiently for those to come.
We are simple people and this our fate.
To celebrate the most mundane of things.
Baptisms and weddings;
First homes and new friends.
This is the life for which we live.
It is not a grand tale embodied with gold
but do not let this fool you.
Do not let this diminish its worth.
For this is an ordinary miracle.
A magnificent gift to be nobody,
and yet be everybody.
This is the phenomenon of simple life.
