Your Poetry Dot Com - John and Jane Doe

It seems so sad,
that in this time,
people are still buried
with the name,
John or Jane Doe.
They are still people,
brought into this world
with a name,
though not engraved in plastic,
for them to carry and show.
It is a shame
that we are not all
natural born journalists,
with the need to know,
who, what, where, why, how and when.
I think that even common courtesy
went out of date,
about the time ,
when men ceased to remove their hats
whenever they stepped in.
I guess we are distracted
by those figures flashing across the board,
like a heart monitor ,
for the life of bonds and stocks.
But even when,
an airplane crashes,
they keep searching,
know matter how long it takes,
till they find that little black box.

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