Sonnet: The World Forgets the Truly Great

Who says, ‘night is to sleep, day is for work’?
To some, there is no night or day at all;
They labor unceasingly, they nev’r shirk;
And become heroes of the fame-hall.

How persons some have sacrificed their lives,
For mankind’s sake and nation’s cause and peace!
Their work-spot and house turn to be like hives;
They slogged to put other people at ease.

Yet, does the world care for these noble souls?
Not in a big way, most times it forgets!
Their demise leaves unpluggable voids/holes;
To these great men, the world remains in debts.

Who cares about the stars when dawned has day?
Who cares about the stars tho’ night, let’s say?

9-1-2002

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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