Scherzino

None of us were important.
None of us made the others
Proud to have known us.

There will be no books
About our networks
Of famous acquaintances.
We were, and had, none.

A little bread and cheese and
A lot of beer and whisky.
That’s what we meant to others.

For what we meant to ourselves,
You’d have had to know us well
Who didn’t know ourselves well,
Who knew we meant massive things.