In truth, there’ll always be
Another ‘everything’ to lose,
It is a lie that an eye that sees
Can run out of tears;
/
And a heart that beats
Is a heart that hurts;
The same mind that knows
Is the mind that errs;
And the warmest voice
Sometimes surely whispers
The coldest words;
/
In truth, there’ll always be
Another ‘everything’ to lose;
And it is a lie that the pain decreases
Or that one gets used to it;
/
Still, a heart that beats
Is a heart that hopes;
And a mind that errs
Is a mind that learns;
And the coldest voice
Sometimes surely whispers
The kindest words;
/
In truth, there’ll always be
Another ‘everything’ to lose,
Till you’re naught but breath and a pair of wings,
Made of what was once
Your everything
I had to lose everything I had several times to value what I have now and learned I did not need much of that stuff in the first place.
As another member of the Big C club, among others, I certainly understand you, Carl!
It is true that not a lot is indispensable. For me, passion has got to be one of those few necessities – the desire to live for something/someone, which outweighs the temptation to rest.
Your poem reminded me of the Joni Mitchell song Big Yellow Tax…here’s the opening stanza
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot SPOT
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot….
Made me smile! I’m flattered you should have been reminded of Joni Mitchell while reading my simple words. Thank you for reading them!