The Wholly Innocent
by Bruce Dawe
I never walked abroad in air
I never saw the sky
Nor knew the sovereign touch of care
Nor looked into an eye.
I never chose, nor gave assent
Nor voted on my fate
Unseen, I came, unseen I went
Too early and too late...
Remember me next time you
Rejoice at sun or star
I would have loved to see them too
I never got that far.
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