The Ordinary People

Moneyed people and celebrities the masses do celebrate
But it is those dubbed as the ordinary people who make a Country great
The ordinary people you see every day
Who earn their  living in the honest way
They work to support their families and their taxes they pay
But they never grow wealthy and famous only old and gray
They are never inducted into the hall of fame
Though they too feel proud of their family name
Their ancestors like them were strangers to renown
But they were the people who built the big town
Who cared for the sick and built road and railway track
And kept the government's annual budget in the  black
Yet at their  funerals the last post for them by bugler never played
And their memory to posterity was left to fade.