Never BornA Poem by E.J. Waling
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! © 2018 E.J. WalingReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 19, 2018 Last Updated on November 19, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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