Sonnet: All Can’t Win Laurels

This world has many unsung heroes past;
All cannot wear a glorious crown on head;
All cannot be ship’s rudder or mast.
And ‘fore the world can even know them, they’re dead.

The ones who won the Nobel Prize are still
Not the best who survive on planet earth;
How many waste their lives researching till,
Gone from the lungs is their very last breath.

And some may steal the achievements of ken;
Some only are lucky to win a prize;
The rest belong to list of unnamed men,
Who sadly missed the turns of every dice!

But that’s the way; this world will go on, on!
In earth, you can’t the fairness raiment don.

6-24-2001

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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