What Is Lost Can Not Be Found

We Suffer In Silence

Once we had the means and the opportunity

To do something with an item of interest

As time past

We quickly lost our place

Finding other interests to fill our day

Until one day

When everything changed

Do to nature

The rain has caused distruction and sadness

What was once can never be

The book or bag of screws

Has been ruined beyond repair

It may not seem like much

In a world of plenty

Even in the mist

The worlds greatest thinkers

Are only a pawn

Easily expendable when moved

Soon cast aside

Thrown away and no longer of any use

Having served a purpose

Not the one intended

Short sighted

Not for the greater good