Questions

Questions short poem

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What is it that is missing?
What is it that is changing?
What is and is not worth saying?
What prices are worth paying?
Who will be here tomorrow?
Who won’t be here tomorrow?
Who out there is faking pity or sorrow?
Who has an honest hand they would care to borrow?
How does life get so peculiar so fast?
How do any of us last?
How has this much time passed?
How does this play have such an ever changing cast?
When will I feel right again?
Maybe I never did,
Where will this end?

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