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Most people aren’t blessed with all the zest 
Of money, power and fame,
But live their lives in “quiet desperation,”
As Thoreau once famously claimed. 

As for me I once believed 
I was headed toward the stars,
But time has taught me well it seems,
I didn’t get too far. 

For I didn’t climb the highest rungs 
Up the ladder of success,
I missed the bar that shows how far 
“I made it,” more or less.

No marquis lights or political fights
That history might resound,
No Guiness World Records or Olympic Gold Medals
Could I claim back then or now.

Nor did I unearth some treasure well worth
It’s place in future books,
No secrets revealed that may have concealed 
How King Priam might have looked.

No pedigrees or higher degrees 
Of learned education, 
But a simple man who understands
Life’s more meaningful and deeper than one’s station.   

With memories made in sun and shade 
I wouldn’t trade for diamonds blue,
It’s been a good ride both in and outside
That’s made me both old and new… 

Through this life I surrender to all that’s been rendered,  
Striven or given to me,
The highs and lows, praises and blows,
Struggles and troubles between.  

Miles of travels that left me baffled,
Befuddled, bewitched and besieged,
By moments uplifting, soul filling and gifting 
As if this was all meant to be.  

A plan in the making and all for the taking
For this nobody of renown, 
Invisible me out wandering free
The best way I knew how.  

Bereft of the greatness some others attained
Near empty of all but this: 
The goodness shown by those I’ve known 
And whose faces and souls I miss.  

© Terrell Martin, 01/24/2025

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