The Unknown

I was born, and so were u
I will die and so will u
who will remember us, just a few
ones who knew u and ones u knew

we are jsut like the others
like every commoners- sisters and brothers
but think of those soldiers
who remain unknown for ever
anyone remembers them, no never
its only when they die, we stay alive
we honour them once a year
the only time for them we shed a tear
we live with fear,
but what about that soldier who fights till his last breath,
and we do nothing just fear getting older.