Love Labor Lost

by Esther Thornburg
(Cantril, Iowa, USA)

Just to exist, life is filled with labor.
A day may be filled with an act of love
Toward someone passing our way.
They move on, not here to stay.
Is love lost, gone its way?
Will the receiver share love to another
A traveler, a friend, a brother?
Was love really lost, or found its way
To inspire another on their difficult day?