Lost in surrounding twisted and burled
Often given not a glance
Unless they are found in circumstance
For when the fates of chance be cruel
Then you will know no man's a fool
When in crisis times will rise
What was missed by naked eyes?
When the jester takes a task
Even when you could not ask
The forgotten man is there to see
In a way could never be
Remember this when we be blind
The underneath what we might find
For our delusions tell us zero
When we meet the unfound hero
Treat those you meet with that in mind
When you act make your acts kind