Abandoned

I have often wondered
if we should happen
to pass one another on the street
and should our eyes just happen to meet


Would you recognize me...
though we're strangers in most every way
would you father, know me, your child,
somehow, some way


I wonder...
I try not to, but nonetheless,
I admit I very often do.
Would you find in a glimpse of me
some forgotten, abandoned part of you?


I still wonder,
and often ponder...
after all these years have past us by
if you've ever wonder too?


Whatever happened to
that abandoned child
who shares only DNA,
and a name
with you.