Counting Losses Poem by Barry Middleton
Counting Losses
the year will pass away
a soldier lost in war
a sailor sets to sea
returning nevermore
the hard despair of life
torments the soul of man
so poets often ask
what is deception's plan
nearby a silent star
observes in hushed repose
and what it all may mean
nobody really knows
another child is born
its tears will curse the light
an old man grieves the sun
that passes into night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 3:37:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The last stanza painting the different aspects of what is good or bad to us is a great perception, Barry.
I was thinking no wonder babies cry when they are born.