We all lose something or someone
And someone’ll eventually lose us too
When they breathe their last
With memories, we linger in the past
The present is more dire or tricky
We don’t keep in touch, being picky
If only we’re closer, even from far & be there
Our presence would show we care
But death is one way to say forever goodbye
The end can’t be stopped, even if we try
There’s another kind of loss, truth vs. lying
When we tell a lie, someone’s already dying
One more loss is when you lose hope
Life’s a burden, you fight to cope
After so much you’ve lost, what’s one more
You are slowly heading, anyway, toward’s death door
Losses… they make you strong as well
The lessons learned are your stories to tell