While sending on the internet
I wrote a poem but now I fret.
For it is gone before it was read.
Only pieces of it are in my head.
An inset photo would make it right.
When I searched I lost my site.
I could have saved it in a draft.
But now it's gone. I cried, then laughed.
For it inspired this new rendition,
And now I am on a mission.
To learn to Save both work and soul.
I've found a purpose and a goal.
Unless we share the higher vision
we cannot "Save". Then what's our vision?
Inspiration lost is never taught..
"Save that idea!" "Hold that thought!"
Loosing my post was a hurtful rend.
Save before the journey"s end.
Rekindled hope was born from gloom..
Save because the end comes soon.