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"They Were the Unlucky Ones"

By Raymond A. Foss

There was emptiness, low humming

No one saw this coming,

the underwhelming, its overwhelming

A scene that is now unrecognizable

A cheering stadium became silent

A student’s recognition became lost

And a microphone left unspoken into

Ready for all the pictures

Memory books, with no memories

stories after stories, vanished from their sight

fairy tales after fairy tales, no one understands

No caps on their heads, no gowns on their bodies

Not a single person, without a broken heart in their hands

Their hands that worked so hard

Pushed by broken promises, no;

Not for them

They knew they were the unlucky ones

(Modeled on and a response to

"How Much They Have Grown")