You Never Know

• Allora Bastock , Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

You never know what's going to happen.
As the rows of men disappear out of the trenches and over the bags,
And my own time draws near,
The fear takes control and I hear the sound of the many ringing through
My head, People are shouting all around me,
Though I hardly notice as I think of all the lives lost.
All the people who will not return to their loved ones.
You never know you could be a lucky one, I think to myself.
As I pick up my gun, a picture appears in my head:
Two lovers sitting under a tree,
Listening to the sounds of the nearby water fall,
Dreaming of their future together.
A lost smile spreads across my face at the thought of that future,
Lost to memory, thrown away by war
You never know what's going to happen.