No Life Is Less Poem by Gary Bernard

In headlines bold, the names we see, Of stars and leaders, famed and free, Their passing marked with grand acclaim, Their stories told, their lasting fame.
Yet in the quiet, shadows deep, Countless souls in silence sleep, No fanfare sounds, no tributes paid, Their lives, like whispers, gently fade.
Each hour, each minute, life departs, Unnoticed by the world's great charts, A mother, father, friend unknown, Their journeys end, their stories flown.
Celebrities' lives, we're told, matter more, Their dramas, triumphs, we explore, Media's lens, it shapes our view, What's deemed important, what is true.
And as we praise the famous few, We often miss the quiet crew, The ones who live without renown, Whose worth is not by headlines crowned.
For every name that lights the sky, A thousand more in shadows lie, Their worth, their love, their silent grace, Unseen by fame's relentless chase.
So let us pause and softly mourn, For those who pass in quiet dawn, Their lives, though hidden from the view, Are precious, cherished, and true.
And let us question what we're sold, The stories bought, the lies retold, For every human life's a song, And in this world, we all belong.
When we exalt the few so high, We risk the many passing by, Their voices lost, their tales unsung, Yet each life's thread, so finely spun.