Another loss has come to call
 

When loss becomes a habit and

Losing de rigueur, can’t make

A move that doesn’t lose you

Something by return. It’s hard

To see the future through a cloudy

Crystal ball, no double six, no

Trumps, no tricks, no winner

Takes it all

No breath of consolation, no star

To gaze upon, no magic wand to

Wave aloft, no comfort from the

Gods. Loss is such an absolute, a

Heartbreak Hell first class, when

Suddenly the sand’s of time run

Faster through the glass

Long days are growing shorter in

The Autumn of a life, what once

Would last forever has a lesser

Span tonight. The room is turning

Chilly, the faces say it all, a pale

Horse in the midst of life, another

Loss has come to call
 

© Joseph G Dawson
23/04/2018