The days slipped away <br />A face in sadness of concern <br />A voices cries out in despair <br />“Where are we going? ” <br />The answer eludes all he asked <br />The days move quicker <br />Creases of fear lines the face <br />Age mares each individual <br />Clock hands move faster <br />The hands become a blur <br />Face shrinks in features <br />The lone voice cries out again <br />“Where are we going? ” <br />The reply was elusive <br />Looking around <br />The reason becomes clear <br />He was alone <br />With only his voice <br />For comfort <br />Tears leaked from his eyes <br />His answer became clear <br />He knew where he was going - <br />No where<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-where-2/
