The Other Side

Loss, like love, is a state of being It can’t be explained , it has no meaning It will fill your world, excluding the rest It will last for ever, it can’t be suppressed. But if you have loss you’ve also had love That is the miracle sent from above For life, without either, is shallow indeed Their lack creates a soul in need. So carry on living, loving and losing Carry on working, laughing and boozing Life’s too short to mourn and despair While love and loss are everywhere.