Some people - unpopular in stature -

Some people - unpopular in stature - 

   Slip away into death unnoticed 

Softer than a falling feather

   That little earns a second glance

But the good deeds of their lives

   Grow - recount a love that’s long

And with increasing strength - strive 

   To tell of hope that spans a marathon. 

Others are taken with a shout 

   Heard far across the air waves - 

Ushered by those in the crowd

   To a biography and grand raves

And some die amid great efforts - 

   Succumbing to an evil deed -

And leave a hole as big as their hearts - 

   Hindsight is the mystery. 

Still others leave unknown;

   Their time becomes a strange gap

That hides behind a name

   Clinging to a simple lithograph.