Who Was He?
Very few were left to even notice.
They wrote some lines in the local paper,
But those that read the post.
Did not know him,
Or care that he had passed away.
He died not even in the place where he had lived his life,
But in some home they sent him to.
No one was there to say goodbye,
Or wish him well,
To hold his hand,
Or cry a tear.
He has left this world without a trace,
To be replaced by another name, another face.
A stone covers the place where he is buried,
And that is all there is to mark his life.
One can only wonder…
What did his life mean?
Why was he created?
Only to pass a way without a trace.