So forgotten

A life of tedious sacrifice

Hours on end sitting on a chair

with the only company of

black coffee and our thoughts

Dictionaries and glossaries are

our closest mute friends

It is not easy to convey

the same meaning

in a different language

Words must flow

naturally and inconspicuously

like tap running water

We have no face

unidentified people

who never appear

on the cover

but in the inside

in small letters

So forgotten, so disposable

replaced by modern tools

People forget they can read

the classics because we exist

Every time you open a book

Remember the work we do