Losses

First it was kaka that left me,
After she promised not to leave.
Then happy took her turn to go
After we made love at the beach.
It is true; what must be, must be.

Everyday my mother will preach:
“Forgive your enemy and foe,
Throw of your tears beneath your sleeve,
Only then you’d be a man free.

“Let pain become a honey bee,
And depression do not conceive.
Hold no grudge; always say hello,
Some losses are wins you can’t see.”
But what does she know? Just to preach.

Younglan Louis