Tuesday, February 19, 2008


I never felt the pain of loss
or saw a lover pass away,
Never knew the cold of frost
or the warmth of sunshine by the bay.

I never saw either War or Death
Aside from movies, in books once loaned;
Never choked or gasped for Breath,
Never hurt or broke a bone.

I never had a wound to tend,
Never did; I'll like try
But tell me now, in truth my friend:
Why does It ache?
Why do I cry?

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