Many, many years ago, I experienced a loss most profound; <br />Now I view the same as a blessing-a dichotomy to confound; <br />I no longer need solace; I no longer grieve- <br />Any sense of loss I may have felt, I begged its leave; <br />I think not of moments lost; nor of a life, without; <br />My mind has removed, forever and always, any doubt: <br />For, my most heart-wrenching loss is now my gain; <br />My heart's poignant relief, supplanted its deepest pain! <br /> <br />Nary hath a moment come, since this day of change, <br />Where my former sense of loss, seemed anything but strange; <br />I am begotten from what I lost, though there, it ends; <br />I live my life with this knowledge, no matter where it sends <br />Me, or any other I may love-for, he is now and ever, dead- <br />Gone forever, forgotten completely-as though a book, never read!<br /><br />Maurice Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-book-never-read/
