A trivial existence misunderstood
By those who would not venture so
To take the time to truly know
What makes each of us good
Preserved in vast catacombs
Memories and experiences had
All concealed in poetic tomes
Ambiguous and commonly clad
A profession devoted to all beings
To preserve them still unacclaimed
To give them purpose, and find meanings
Yet accomplished and remain unnamed
Foreign tongues rare to speak
But for those who need heard
Understanding is in the intention
Known by a feeling heart aching