Losses

If we are lucky
Enough to grow old,
We each suffer losses
To fate and circumstances,
We each feel that Fate has
Betrayed and abandoned us.
We lost. Oh, how we lost.
This one here,
That one there.
There is no profit in this
Approach to life.
We must reinvent
Ourselves as we go.
Constantly seeking to
Learn and grow,
Making new friends
And companions.
Life is like a spring,
If you keep digging
It will bubble up again,
And flow sweet water.
But you must dig,
Renew yourself and
Keep hope alive.
Growing old is
Not for the weak
Of heart,
Life is for those
Strong enough
To take and
Hold onto
Their faith
That there is
Symmetry
Behind the
Chaos.
In my night
Of doubts,
I look up,
Behold the
Universe,
And smile.