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Guest
“The Family”
We stand in a straight line, the wind blowing.
Dry hair against my face, head looking down.
Salt tears drip to the hard ground; frozen still.
We each take a step, and time starts again.
Throwing away the perfect past we had,
The life full of enjoyment, security.
We all walk further and further away,
Never to look back; never to laugh; smile.
We trudge into the fire, our future.
In the line, the children sob, adults fight,
Though we all chose this path; we fade away.
Only if we had refused to take a step…
We could have kept pretending in our past.
We stand in a straight line, the wind blowing.
Dry hair against my face, head looking down.
Salt tears drip to the hard ground; frozen still.
We each take a step, and time starts again.
Throwing away the perfect past we had,
The life full of enjoyment, security.
We all walk further and further away,
Never to look back; never to laugh; smile.
We trudge into the fire, our future.
In the line, the children sob, adults fight,
Though we all chose this path; we fade away.
Only if we had refused to take a step…
We could have kept pretending in our past.