The Ever Gone Poem by I.J. Benjamin

The ever still we are - the ever in love are still in love,
the ever in hate are still in hate and the ever poor still smile.
And their smile is still the same and
still, the very worst off feel good some days.

Still the same children play in the same parks
And still the same old men gather over the same chess board,
And the same horns still horn for the same newlyweds
And as before, the ever gone are still gone,

Nobody bothers with the ever gone,
Everyone has let them get away.
And now they have wondered off somewhere, almost certainly to a place of
darkness and fear and death but still
there are a few that look for them.

The ones who suceed, will have books written about them,
and you'll never see them again for they will never walk these streets again
But the best of the best of the few, won't have a name on their tomb
You won't know them, and you probably won't meet them, but they are the
ones who make forever great- The Ever Gone themselves.