A fear that I am reminded of,
When I close my eyes.
A fear that makes me shake
In the darkness of my life.
A fear that I would be ordinary,
A regular human
With a regular life.
No medal to my name,
No claim to fame.
To have done nothing
That people would remember.
To be a wasted life.
So that when I am gone,
Never to return,
No one will remember
That I was here and I had a life.
I will be a gravestone
With no flowers
Next to my name.
(c) 2002
L. Brown