Some friends of mine
lost their daughter's fresh beauty
Others, a young son's raw courage
I say lost, but not lost as key or coin
They know where to find them
Neath headstones, marking graves

Each day awake, living, not to forget
The one who rests the sleep of dead
The life, the light, to grasp upon in
Our ancient lives, hard paths to come
As end of days, were to come near
Instead, in old age, in shadows live

Lost in sight, yet never lost to mind
Such weight to bear in life remaining
Why does such fate arise while alive
Hope on hope in selfish thought
Never, oh never, my birthed loves
To first part, cruel world, for paradise

Life, has sure tragedy, one must bear
No head bowed or knees fallen in
humble request for answered prayers
Although prayers are what saves best
Those lost in life, in loss of their own
As who would know best, than him

©  2017 Jim Davis