A child strode a lonely path;
She saw no hope or prayer.
And all around her shoulders fell
A mass of fiery hair.
The hand of time did come to stop.
She felt she would be free.
If only she had seen the light;
Seen what we could see.
Talents long remembered
But she could have been much more.
Thoughts too dark to mention
Obscured all to be lived for.
Wasted Life is a poem by Ms Moem
