They say this is the twenty-first century
I say it’s laden with so much history
People admire the golden lamp in your family house
But can you tell them the story behind it?
Little children play with the teddy-bear on your couch
And long to know who brought it home
Do you recall who brought that Christmas gift
Or how much sacrifice it was worth?
Neighbours fetch from the stream at your backyard
Their hearts pray that heaven will reward your kindness
They’re fascinated by its depth and wealth
But do you have the words to quench their curiosity?
Your name. Your identity. People love you.
They smile at the mention of your name
They glow to be entangled in your circle
But can you tell them the truth of your birth?
We, like you, are people with so much brilliance
Beautifying the universe, listening to our aged
But when our old ones sail to never return
Shall we know our plots enough to write our history?