Lost Without A Trace Poem by Gary McPhail

Blaze with me in the mist we see our truest dreams coming true
Whatever we do there’s openings but only a few
Glazed with gold is the money we hold
Paved on the roads is the story were told.

True to our word is the promises we keep
Keeping them safe is deep in our sleep,
Holding on to the rope and I quote “above cope”
To live and loathe would not behold.

Wishing for a difference only for myself
Sell fish in my hell saying I have nothing to tell
I do get well then I go sour,
Burning up the flames hour by hour.

There’s a time and a place when you want to show your face,
Its slow with your pace and harder with your race,
There is no grace saviour or glory, never safe with strange behaviour or a story
Lost without a trace.