-- LOST --

John Herlihy

There’s no end to counting whatever I lost.

Where did it all go and what was the cost?

Lost memories, lost hopes, and lost desires,

Hardly remember days my heart kindled fires.

What of all the minutes, the hours, the days,

Time as sand in our fingers as it slips away.

Then all the people who have come and gone,

All the emotions from my heart’s well drawn.

Lost journey, lost chances, that lonely lost road,

Croaking into my cups as that old wayside toad.

Everyone dreads the feeling of losing one’s goal,

To lose one’s way and only end up as a lost soul.

When I lost that key, I decided to take a stand,

Figure out a system to have at my command.

Whenever I lost a thing, I would just let it go,

Just forget about it, puff, gone, who would know.

The tide of life gives and the tide of life takes;

In washing away the chaff, it lowers the stakes.

I now more fully treasure what I have as mine,

Never lost and things found, a feeling sublime.

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(c) John Herlihy 16 March 2019