by Bilal Saloo
Your name will not be etched in history,
nor your life written for all to debate,
In time you will be left a memory,
But your actions will outlive any fate.
You are the flicker of the small flame,
Beacons of hope, come together as one,
You think not of praise or eternal fame,
taking over after the setting sun.
You give and give until there is no more,
and yet you give and give once more again,
A penchant for caring runs through your core
your example will live without an end.
So powerful, a candle that you light
All gone are the horrors that fill the night