Sonnet 21 'It Seems That Everybody Loses Friends'

It seems that Everybody Loses Friends, Loved Ones, Children, Lovers, Wives, Husbands, Too It’s like a palimpsest that never ends, Words, scraped off and rewritten, till right through, You can see the tale of other lives that ended, And new ones that began, like aspen growing. It always seems, that when Life can’t be mended, To know one’s not alone’s enough for sowing Dreams upon the vast and wholesome soil! New dreams, I mean, not nightmares of the past, But Visions that are free from fear, don’t spoil The sleep that settles on each one, at last Who fell, from grief, into exhaustion’s arms And found a few short hours free from life’s harms.