"Loss" is a thing with stingers
That stings the soul
And wails the tunes in silence-
And never goes away-
At all.
"Time" is its best companion
For some other time,
the aches are much much more
To make you bend and curl.
And there are times,
life's appetite is dull and slouchy
But most likely
you'll get up and carry on...
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC
"Loss" is a thing with stingers
That stings the soul
And wails the tunes in silence-
And never goes away-
At all.
"Time" is its best companion
For some other time,
the aches are much much more
To make you bend and curl.
And there are times,
life's appetite is dull and slouchy
But most likely
you'll get up and carry on...
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