With, Within, Without
There are many things to be Lost in this world of Change.
Some are Subtle, that are Easily replaced and Forgotten
A strand of Hair, A needle of Pine.
With
Some show Age, like a rites of Passage
A child’s Playfulness, A teen’s Moody emotions.
Within
Others are simply Lost, with no Hope of speedy Return
A strong bond of Trust, The life of a Friend.
Without.
Copyright © Bridgett Sledge | Year Posted 2016
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