Those who were such a part of life.
Friends with whom we ran
And had fun—laughing
And playing in the sun.
But where are they?
Acquaintances.
Whom you’ve seen on TV,
Or have passed on the street—
With whom you’ve sat for a bite to eat.
But where are they?
Empty homes. Silent voices.
Fading faces. A distant memory.
Where are they?
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