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It is unbuttered toast,
vegetarian roast,
it's chips with no fish,
your least favourite dish.

Soccer, no goals,
golf without holes,
waterless swimming,
playing, not winning.

Life on your own,
children, all grown,
just family, no friends,
nights which don't end.

It is walks, full of tears,
it's facing your fears,
it is knitting with fog,
this is losing your dog.

Dauphy:  Well said, my friend!
Hobbo: Thanks, Dauphy.

20 Comments on “Loss

  1. brilliant panorama of human loss; light but heavily serious; I have encountered each of these stages, esp those in stanza three, the cruellest of all human losses; actually i have experienced stanza 4 too but have survived and moved on; the human spirit is brilliantly resilient πŸ™‚ you know what you are talking about, Hobbo πŸ™‚

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