My paper, my pencils, my keychains, my glue, <br />They're nowhere to be found, <br />Nowhere, it's true, <br />But it does not matter much <br />That, now, I don't have any work to do. <br /> <br />The sigh for the loss of rainy days overcast <br />Along the lake <br />After the shingly overpass <br />Does not matter much <br />That, now, the time does not go so fast. <br /> <br />The weeping for the loss of diamond rings, <br />Fitted and shiny, <br />Bright as angel wings, <br />Does not matter much <br />That, now, I need not the shape of things. <br /> <br />And the loss of my home, beneath the sky, <br />That sits near a river <br />Where the salmon swim by, <br />Does not matter much <br />That, now, home is here, where I now lie. <br /> <br />And I lost where all my cities were lain, <br />Where the lions <br />Slept on every lane, <br />But it does not matter much, <br />For I have an even greater pain. <br /> <br />The tragedy of the loss of you, my child, <br />For the only one I've wept for, <br />The only one I adore, <br />Never passes <br />Because you know I'll wait for you <br />On God's golden shore.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-loss/
