For All

For All
 

       All who have ever lived, when we came from One        

Who was covered in dust brushed himself off

When eyes would next be opened to see, to wonder

Many would live in this world and not know each other

Some seen in passing glances, others we took note of

Yet we lived to manifest like purposes, proclivities 

We were in many ways alike, human beings

We are still as others of our kind trying to survive time 

All this breath, the familiar air, as we traverse this ball

We will come and we will go, glance at each other 

Dare not say a word, and may never see each other again

Yet we were here, living together at the same time

What would it be like if everyone who has ever lived 

From that first one who opened his eyes in the dust 

Had we known each other even in happiness intimately?

Then, for all who have gone before, who are now,  and others coming, would never know the limits of time