absence of heroes

no name will matter at the very last

when all the pains we wandered for are done

in the last drops we crave of pallid sun

and the dark bones we hate are being cast

we'll smile and nod knowing we were outclassed

by those we taught who passed us on the run

not knowing that the game was not in fun

and soon they too will fade into the past

all that we know is just a tiny bit

of the whole tale a mere partial story

which each is given for their proper role

enough to play with some essay at wit

although we all wish the full of glory

not one of us can grasp the very whole