Long Been Lost

If a healing was done...
Wounds would mend.
An aid would not be needed.
And the funding for it would end.

A reaping sown would not be harvested.
The need for it would be useless.
And other industries connected,
Would then have to begin.
And those seasons of creativity,
Have long been lost.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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