John Knight

Rookie (8 September 1933 / Liverpool - UK)

*01 Lost In France - Poem by John Knight

I'm always losing things
My watch - my keys - my specs
Things physical - things tangible
What will I be losing next? ? ?

Lost property entices me
I always make a visit
In my new false leg is there
Is that not mine - or is it? ? ?

I lost my wife one Saturday
On holiday in Greece
She left me for a pedalo*
And now i live in peace.
*(I think that should be a GIGOLO?)

But some folk lose the strangest things
And that is very odd I find
One lost his JOY - one lost his PEACE
A friend of mine has lost his mind.

One lost his cool - in a game of pool
One lost his heart in France
My friends son lost his innocence
And a brand new pair of pants! ! !

We cannot chose - the things we lose
Our jobs - our local railway station
And other things - like jewels and rings
But never lose your reputation! ! !

John Knight 4 March 2011.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, March 4, 2011


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