Where Do All Those People Go?

A poem about the end of all things people do, including me writing.

Where do all those people go?
The ones we see, but never know?
The ones who were, our age now?
They are here, but they will go.

What do all those people do?
Once they go, do they get bored?
Once they're ignored, do they have fun?
After they're here, later I'll go.

Author's Note

Requested by Chelsea, because I asked what people want me to write about on my final day of writing. The last day of February, ending my year of writing.
She asked me to write about me finishing writing, so I did. I posted this a day before the last day, and the day before that was my 19th birthday, so it's a coincidence. I'm going to be doing new things in 2011.

What will I do after I finish writing? Who knows?
What will you do after you finish school? Who knows? lololol

This poem could also be about the final years at your school, or taking exams.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

This poem could fit any context co-workers on the job,
people you went to school with, people you ride the bus with.

Lofe this line
Once they go, do they get bored?
Once they're ignored, do they have fun?

This is just funny to me because, unless I've played
a great joke on someone being ignored is not fun.
Very clever.

[Tate Morgan]

Hm well I liked it I wonder what happens to those i once knew who have disappeared from view

[Ashley ✎]

Great poem? But your leaving?? :( That's sad... Happy Birthday as well, sad your leaving!

Oh yeah, made the author's note! Take that haters!
A very great poem, your strongest for sure. It could mean the ending of a lot of things. I could relate to it---
Having recently lost a friend, I could relate to the uncertainty of where life is to go! This poem said that really well!
A great poem, really felt it!
I'm so sad your quitting writing :( But you gotta follow your heart! And happy birthday :) haha!