Laurel Rodman

Losing Things

All the things you have, you lose
The things they take away
Big or small
You lose it all
It happens every day

Sometimes it’s taken from your hands
And leaves you grasping at the air
White knuckled fists
And straining wrists
Until your heart begins to tear

Sometimes is fades from in your gaze
Like sunset steals the light
You watch it go
The sun dips low
And slowly comes the night

What you lose you lose for good
You leave what’s left behind
No more to take
But for your sake
I hope there’s something you can find




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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