Lives have been lived by millions of people
that have been forgotten or worse never known.
People that walked our world, looked at the same sun,
the same moon that we see today.
Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones, held jobs.
Their existence forever lost to the sands of time.
Blown away in the dust of the winds as if they were never here.
Thousands of years ago all over the world
little boys and little girls ran and played laughing,
their sounds forever lost to the hills and vales of their existence.
From the Yucatan in Mexico to the Fertile Crescent of Mesopotamia,
ancient peoples were born, lived and died.
We, oblivious of them personally.
Yet, we are still connected to them by our hopes our fears,
by our love and our humanity.
Think of them, about them from time to time,
and in a way, bring them back to the land of the living,
at least for for awhile.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 24th, 2016 09:31
- Category: Unclassified
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