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Friday, December 29, 2017

GAINS AND LOSSES






Gains and Losses


In the game of life, we lose a lot
Much more than we gain
And spend half our time out of our minds
And the other, half insane.

Our columns add up in tiny measures
But the minus columns are long
We hum our tunes about the moon
And never learn the song.

We walk the streets with solemn feet
And pass people we could love
But we don't have the time, we are so blind
To needs we don't think of.

Stock markets rise, stock markets fall
And we throw our money down
And riches lose or poverty gain
We swagger like a clown.

He who dies with the most toys wins
The saying goes today
But the winner loses all the same
When he throws his friends away.

And lovers come and lovers go
And people pass from Earth
And living flows so very slow
Between the death and birth.

We poets write in dark of night
Our prose for other's hearts
We see the love that others share
And of which we have no part.

And after death our fame may rise
And our verses published be
But the adoration given then
Our eyes will never see.

For poets only feel the losses
The suffering and pain
We do not know the face of love
Or blessings ever gain.

But if Heaven waits beyond the veil
As a reward for our trust
Then all our losses will fade away
And blow away like dust.

Perhaps this life was never meant
To be a poet's paradise
But through the preaching of our prose
Save other men from vice.

I cannot say, I do not know
I only know I yearn
To lose the losses and gain the gains
And to share what I have learned.



©by Voo 
Jan 6, 05