Lost Maybe For the Best
I must accept the message, “You lost,”
I suppose in the nick of time.
The glow that I carried with hope
Has dulled, the sun gone away to hide.
Now that life is without you,
Days of illusions and dreams gone away,
I am gathered, kneaded upon a potter’s wheel,
Being shaped for another day
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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