False Fame

I am the common man; I have no great song. When Mum saw me first, she cried very long. When Dad held me first, he felt very proud. I was their ray of hope; I was a rainy cloud. I left school early, but valued my teacher. I liked to be a soldier, a barber or a builder. My parents still loved me and gave me all care! They had amazing hearts; unequalled and rare! I became a famous builder in my little town. I built so many houses; I let no one down! My name went places; I left so many marks. I built so many schools; I built so many parks. The places that I built each assumed a name. I walked by those places; I didn't see my name. 5/6/2014