Losing is the beginning
Loss is part of it all
Every moment of time passes
Lose one more valuable second
Come to terms with newness
New is old you losing
Losing all its belongings
Losing the wonderess being
Loss has no point of returning
Loss is like a water pouring
Loss is a lock without a key
Loss is a poem with no meaning
As morning finds its way
Finding what life offers
With every losing moment
We have a flower blooming
So much we lose in life
So much cannot be returned
We are all in the same storm
We have to look after the norm
We try to achieve certainty
Yet still all life is uncertain
We work hard and try hard
Not to lose our uniqueness
One thing is certain though
After every moment lost
There opens a new door
There comes a new spring