Finders and Seekers Poem
Finders and Seekers
We
need to find a way that will work.
I
feel like a boiling kettle about to perk.
Some
people have already found their treasure.
You
and I still search for our true pleasure.
The
sky is darkened, blocking out our light.
Our
path is distorted and now it’s out of sight.
Hoping
someday we’ll reach our place of rest.
A
place that’s valuable like a hidden treasure chest.
Those
who have made it are happy but not tried.
Our
worth lies in the struggle and the tears we cried.
This
world is a place of finders and seekers.
Wing
is rushing through my ears like blasting loudspeakers.
You
and I struggle on through the black and white.
Someday
we’ll be rewarded for winning this great fight.
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