Hazel Buchan Cameron (Greenock)
We Lose It
From virginity to fertility - it goes.
From blood to lust, innocence to trust,
we lose them all – they go.
I’ve lost my nerve, my confidence;
lost sight of what I know. We can lose
our grips, our homes, our passion
for the fight and our flair for doing it
right. We can lose them all
in the passing of a breath. I’ve lost
words I should have said and at times
I’ve lost my mind. We can lose our hearts,
our friends. In the end we lose them all.
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