A Man Of No Consequence
A little man of no consequenceWhose whole life was spent on the margins,His passing barely caused a rippleIn the flowing tides of existence,And his substance was just a shadowBriefly noticed and then forgottenLike something on the edge of vision.He had a name, of that I am sureAnd he surely must have been loved once,If only by his mother and father,But even that is uncertain now,For no record exists of his lifeAnd nobody...
