Then There Were None

~ Frank Solanki

Ten men out to dine, soon they were down to
nine; nine men lost their head, one of them
dropped dead; eight men left to fight, now
they were a man light; seven men
decided to play, one fellow ran
away; six men crossed the
road, one of them
got bored; five
men took
a
boat,
one of
them couldn’t float;
four men jumped in
a sea, out came only
three; three men picked a card,
one guy cried hard; two men had
no clue, one of them lost his shoe;
one man wept alone, turned into a dry stone;
oh the poem is done for then there were none

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7 thoughts on “Then There Were None”

  4. From ten to one — each heart turns silent, each soul turns stone. Frank Solanki’s poem beautifully reminds us that we don’t truly lose life; we slowly lose ourselves, piece by piece, till nothing remains. One by one, all fade away — and the last tear turns to stone. So simple, yet so deeply moving — a reflection of how quietly we disappear in the noise of life.

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