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I watch them pass

     with happy smiles

wondering think I

     of a distant path

steps taken not

     though I did try

it was close to me

     and it could not be

children are not born

     that never grew

and were not parents

     that could never be

and of all the cycles

     down throughout the years

all never born

     and never who grew

parents were not

     with children blessed

who could then grow up

     and parents be

but others did have

     what I could not

and the fruit of many years

     now stand before me

and I do wonder

     what might have been

if that one path

     were not closed to me