I am no one special..
Nobody ever bows when I pass by,
nobody googles my name on the net,
no one has dedicated the
When I die no celebrities will attend
to my funeral,
and some years after my death
no one will remember my name...
No monuments will be raised in my honor...
but I do not care, because after all
being recognized for what you are and what you´re not
for what you know and what you don´t,
being loved by the ones you love
and being proud of what you´ve done...
to find that after all you are special
while being alive is a blessing no monument could
Submitted to Jingle Poetry :)