Two more

XIV.

The gallery halls of history are

crowded with the victory lists

now tell me about those who were

eliminated by its twists.

The unrecorded hoi polloi

who wove the carpet, served the bread,

cleaned the stables day after day,

sorted the mail, counted the heads,

the ones who had the silver spoons

only to polish and lay back,

their boards were sparse, their plates were crude -

not the type anyone would track.

Speak of the ninety nine percent

to whom history was indifferent.

XVIII.

Speak of those who sang note perfect

raising the tunes in unison

off screen and on, across the stage

yet no glory was ever won.

Those who sang anthems, raised slogans,

matched their steps and marched for miles,

cared nothing for repercussions,

but never got to reach the aisles.

The stable hand who trained the colt,

the jockey who reined in the horse.

The race driver - not at the pole

but the last chap who stayed the course.

Speak of the ninety nine percent

who don’t win but are persistent.

This ended up as an out-of-control 21X14 matrix :) and it has been written as it came so here are two more from the same series. Hopefully it's out of my system now....

Have the most amazing summer/winter!