my hair. It fell
in clumps all over my
chair. I lost my sleep. I spent
last night counting sheep. I lost

the little money I had. I spent
it on every fad. I lost my looks,
lost track of time. Once I said
this world is mine. I lost my voice

from years of screaming/losing my head
from years of dreaming. I lost my nerve -
but didn't let up. Lost my friends that didn't
deserve me. Men move on. Time doesn't

stall. Even the trees lose their leaves
in fall. I lost my youth walking the hills of
old Duluth.  But I found still some room
to break new ground!