Tomorrow's Children
By Silver Spun Sand
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The thought of dying
doesn’t frighten me...
except, I can’t imagine
not actually existing.
Can’t get it through my head
that the seasons
will change without me.
That flowers and trees
will still grow –
fishes swim,
and aeroplanes fly.
That rain will still fall –
Cadbury make chocolate
and McDonalds
sell French-fries.
One could argue
nothing in this life
is guaranteed.
True enough.
In an infinite universe
anything is possible.
Wind could cease blowing.
The sun, moon and stars
decide not to shine.
Yet, all things being equal,
as long as the world
keeps spinning – kids
will always ask
the question, “Why?”
Will always splash in puddles,
write their names
on misted-up windows,
believe in ghosts...
and ever marvel
at the colours in a stone.
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A tad philosophical, and a
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I enjoyed this, all is said,
anipani
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Very philosophical, what
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He sounds awesome! Have you
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Hi Tina. Really like this
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A very wise poem, well
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The last stanza is brilliant
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