Friends, the slowly changing dance partners,
square dancing to life’s caller.
Jobs always available for those who would
apply and work.
Faith and religion too bounteous,
fungible and evolving.
Candidates always seem to line up
for another man, husband, partner, date
if one is wanted.
Homes and books and destinations - definitely abundant.
Education, knowledge, and
some second chances – multitudinous.
But there are those who are
irreplaceable, unfindable, rare.
There will not be
more of this original
but sadly, inevitably, eventually
(Today's prompt from Poetic Asides: write an "only one in the world" poem.)