Buried deep and left behind,
A rich dream we’ll never mind.
Useless gold, but worth everything,
The truest gems lie above everything,
Steps once taken, erased easily,
Hungry because no one is feeding me,
Not all we lose is meant to stay,
Some treasures are destined to drift away.
Jixi Fox 🦊
Category: Poetry
This is so very true, and I love that you made these two lines the ending for the poem:
“Not all we lose is meant to stay,
Some treasures are destined to drift away.”