You wont know they did it, until they dont

Dont forget.

The writers of war,

medium of reality,

etching history onto paper,

in its raw and exposing form.

The street sweepers,

who glide away the morning leaves,

with their brooms singing,

The store clerks,

handling the world's goods,

in possession of a secret,

to the mystery of,

the circulating world.

The waiters,

balancing the plate of burden on one hand,

and hope on the other,

as they serve.

The mailman,

who from coming home,

finds himself alone,

with no letters for himself.

Stop for a while,

and appreciate,

take in all their stories.

And dont forget.