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


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