Lost Hope
Something is lost and I choose not to look for it.
But as each day passes I am finding I'm missing it.
I can live without it though I merely exist.
A tree exists. A bird or a fish exist.
Have I the same type of existence?
No thought for love or joy or tomorrow?
Perhaps !
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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