Losing Things

 
i am always losing things
the small town i grew up in
shrank beyond hand's reach
my first kaleidoscope left
with a daisy chain in the grass
i lost my wedding ring
to a southern beach, the gold
failing to direct me
... through the yellow sand
and i lost a man, once or twice,
on some verbal backroads -
but i found my way home
But now - years past, the ripped
tear of time speeds a high tune
and it is strange & true

I never really lost anything
but you.

(birthday poem: 4/21/13)

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I guess a lot of lost things we fret over might not be that important. Maybe we're better off? Perhaps what we've found is what counts.

[Phibby Venable]

thank you, Samuel, yes, very wise advise from you.

[Leonard Birch]

Another great poem. Beautifully written. Thank you.
Leo

[Phibby Venable]

thank you so much Leo xx

[Leonard Birch]

My pleasure. A beautiful write.
Cheers