They Who Never Lived Poem by Mathew Sutter

They Who Never Lived



I feel bad,
For they who never lived.
They worry about being late for work,
But never finding time to look at the sky.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They run to class because they will be late,
But never appreciating the color of the walls.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They go to a park,
But never in there life do they visit a forest.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They now breath,
But never breath deeply and pick out the flavors of the air.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They who love,
But never with a passion.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They rushed through life to get to the end,
But when they got to the end they didn't want to die.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They may love life,
But they never stop and look around them.

I feel bad,
For they who never lived,
They make a garden,
But never once bend to breath in the flowers fragrance.

Yes,
I feel bad for they who never lived,
Because they haven't really lived.
They were only here,
And then gone.
Like a wisp of wind.
I feel bad for they who never lived.

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Mathew Sutter

Mathew Sutter

Hampton, Virginia
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