Trust Lost

We live our days trading in trust. Who do we trust, who trusts us? What do we trust them with; our time, our money, our children? What are we entrusted with? Why should they trust us, and why should we trust them? Will he stop at the red light? Will my paycheck clear the bank? Can I make good on that loan? Just where do I rank? Do they bully my child? Was my car really busted? And the politician… Can he be trusted? When trust is gone, More than trust is lost. The pain remains, Both pay a heavy cost. In the swelter of June, There is a frost. Love can grow anew, But the scar is always there. At times however, The pain is too much to bear. And the only cure, Is to cease to care.