Where
are they?
All those
who never
were.
All those
never born.
Many reasons.
War.
Millions killed.
Millions more
never
born.
Whole lines
of family
future,
poof.
Generation
after
generation,
poof.
Never to be.
People you’d
be conversing
with right
now.
Having a coffee,
watching the game,
sharing a beer.
Never happened
never arrived.
Where are they?
People you’d
have differences
with.
Argue with.
Love,
share
time with.
Never born,
never arrived.
Their essence,
never
to be.
Where
are they?
Strange
existence
indeed!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2018 09:21
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Comments1
a relevant question & one that has been asked throughout time, and ever shall be I imagine... nicely penned.. All Good Things, Neville
Hi Neville,
Thank you for reading my work and your gracious comment.
JG
My sincere pleasure..
Neville
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