Never Was Poem by Stanley Cooper

What if what was….never was?

The start of life, a mystery
We wouldn’t have a history

There’d be nothing to remember
If all began in late December

We couldn’t learn from past mistakes
The thought of it gives me the shakes

Where we came from, we’d never know
We wouldn’t have a long ago

So, I am grateful, just becuz
There will always be an “always was”


dedicated to my father William Cooper
whose pet expression was,
“always was”.