Unremarkable

I will die unremarkable,
that’s the way that it must be
Because I’m generally so helpful 
and special at no thing 

Accepting this to be my truth
In this one of many lives 
Where I touched a thousand souls
And then faded into light 

Some may say it’s sad
That I never did much more 
With this mind and body construct 
To be bigger and adored

But maybe beauty lies
In not needing to be seen
In the simple act of giving 
In the simple act of being.