A street where everyone has a name

Naked will thou come to tis world,
And naked thou shall go.

When ashes are burnt, buried or blown away,
All that remains of thou shall be a name.

One's name is music to thy ears,
A name perhaps two or even three,
trigger my imagination.

A name is what you are christened with at birth,
Its all that you take away when you are gone.

A name is what you make when you have everything,
And its all you can keep when you have nothing.

On the mountain of hopes and aspirations, do we all stand,
Most of us look down and shout out our names,

But then there are others standing up there silently,
With the ones below calling the silent ones.

As I walk down the mountain onto the street of life,
I see people standing by the signboards,
On those signboards, do they hope to have their names.

And thus one day shall thy walk ,
walk on a street where everyone has a name.