Losses

I didn’t count shooting stars,
but my wishes were flowing deep.
You know my story and loses,
you know the thing that brought me gain.
they brought about my many cars.

Follow the path, marry the pain
fill in sweet joy in tear spaces.
Regret is to move, not to keep
Those great men say loss is not scarce.

While you grow, fear not to be sparse,
listen to all, find the right beep
Ride the losses like those horses
break those limits and those strong bars,
Life’s bitter-sweet like sugarcane.

Ruddapoet