What Might Have Been

There I was living a breath well at least there was a few for some moments I could think my hands to feel the morning dew To look and see the morning rise or in evening see dark come down through out day see sun and rain watch the colours of blue red even brown I would experience weather so rich temperatures range low to high in coldness feel ice or snow feel suns warmness before it did fly Emotions within be so very real sad times would bring a tear joy fills the heart to feel aglow such diversity of thought be so near To know a friend or be in love learn of God and His loving grace O so much I have been denied but sinfulness runs the human race For these times are not mine my life has gone in a flicker some are given life others not well it's not yours to be a picker (thoughts on what it may be like about the never-heard-of destiny of an unborn child whose life was taken by abortion.)