Frank J. Montoya

THE SEEKERS

What do we seek as we write these words,
These meager attempts at poetry?
Few people even know that we exist,
And no one knows what we will ever be.

How can we be long remembered?
How can we leave our mark behind?
We can’t all be singers, jocks, or movie stars,
Ever in the public’s eye and mind.

If we were astronauts or champions,
We could be revered for a daring feat.
A heroic act, a brave and fearless deed:
To be remembered so would be truly sweet.

We may never achieve such greatness,
Nor be blest with glory, fortune or fame;
But our efforts will be all worthwhile,
When, on the printed page, we see our name.

So we hope and pray that in future times,
Our poems will be there for all to see;
For the reason that we write these words,
Is that we are ever seeking… immortality.