Nothing’s Lost


There are endings

so sad and clear

Farewell moments,

true and sincere

Saying goodbye now,

marking a step

A turn in time,

the loss of pep

when mores to come,

but can’t be seen

It’s hard to tell,

it’s hard to glean

what lies ahead,

when comfort’s real

in front of you,

the rest’s surreal

But moving on,

a change in time

must manifest,

the bells will chime

Yet nothing’s lost,

when deep inside

Memories still and will abide.


Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, June 27, 2018.

Image: Graduation by P.A. Moore.