Somewhere six billion people live For every scant connection that I make Six hundred thousand are still-born I will never smile at them Never offer them my food Listen to their problems Hold them as they weep Or laugh with them in joy I fly over some small fraction Wondering whether to add them to the toll Is a glimpsed dirt path a bond Between our searching hearts Nameless faceless one that I should love In some land I cannot name With dreams I cannot guess Can I call you brother Hold you in my thoughts For fleeting seconds Keep your thread from fraying And fading from my mind Lend you just one moment Before my mind skips on to others And brings our life to end
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