Four Children
Four children ran laughing,
only three of them for real;
the other maybe felt he did not need to
as he suspected he may well have been lied to
about what had or had not been revealed.
Four children sat waiting
though only three of them really cared
about what would transpire.
Fourth child was only tired,
only closing his eyes when he dared.
Four children began crying
but only three of them meant it.
Fourth one whispered out loud
how they had taken his cloud
as if they were the ones who had invented it.
Four children learned to dance then
though only one of them very well;
his simple nuance to begin the routine
was an almost effortless pirouette
before the curtain so unfairly fell.
One child was warned that his life was in danger,
in response pulled music from thin air,
correctly deduced and grasped the situation.
Could have won any game that he wanted to,
yet was always to the others seemed a stranger.
Four children lived lives led by unyielding destiny,
some blown far off course as only unbiased fate can.
Different compass points presented for each of them,
different eyes and ears would serve to teach them;
but all four grew up to be the same man
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sure, you could see the ending coming but hey, I wrote this almost fifty years ago.
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Did you forget for 50 years to post this on here?! lol.
To have that insight when that young is remarkable. Nicely composed it flowed to a most logical and satisfying end.
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