bishop and the greats

so i have this cousin i always looked up to
i always asked for him and missed him
for he lived in Rome.
i have these greats still alive - great people that i live to strive
i always ask for them and i missed them
for they lived in Roam.
so one day they found me, the me they never got to know
they ask, i accept, they went away
perhaps it is my poetry or art but whatever it is, it made me sad to think they didn't see between the words, between the lines, they missed the concepts and fell for the rhymes.