"Treasure"
I’ve amassed no trove of treasure
In this life such as it went
a collection of mixed endeavors
is how my life was spent.
Oh, certainly in days long passed
there were dreams just out of reach,
but slowly these escaped me
like sand pulled from the beach.
not all at once, you understand
but ever so gradually.
But now in thought I think it not
a treasure trove I’d sought,
but unconsciously and restlessly
for things not merely bought.
As well, I have these not.
WVPoetrygirl
Poetry
Lovely, Anita. A lot of sadness within the lines, but, I too, can understand the thoughts and emotions wrought here. Write on!