the snow’s still hard,
the bark is bare and peeling;
there is no glamour in
the way i’m feeling.
the world’s indifference
seems stark and chilling –
the spirit’s weak; the flesh
no longer willing –
and yet, i still believe
in what’s remaining:
that losing only comes
when there’s been gaining,
that much of what we do’s
past praise, or censure —
and love can change the terms
of our indenture
Oh I love this line, “that losing only comes when there’s been gaining,” Just beautiful, and so true! Insightful poem. 🙂
You can lose what you never had, my mother always says.