Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Never Born

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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