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Loss

Poets and singers cry of lost loves,

charlatans and ringers coo like doves,

while they take advantage of the loss,

reaping both misery and cost.

Very few of us escape the strain,

of having lost hard earned gain.

But knowing of life ups and downs,

Can bring more smiles than frowns.

Another is losing our sense of trust.

Do we believe it’s something that we must.

Something so dear we can’t deny,

But lose it anyway and don’t know why.

Of all the losses that we might choose,

Perhaps the worst is losing our mind.

Leads me to the question emerging I find,

What possessed them voting this time?

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

12/29/25

You can read and print the poem at my website here.