What a thing

To be given

To be earned

Like a great red balloon

On a bright white ribbon

Until it is lost

Slipping from your grasp

Stolen by the thieving wind

And you watch it float away

No matter how hard you try

It sails off to the bright blue sky

As you race after it crying

“Come back cone back come back”

Until it is an imagined speck

On the far and distant horizon

As if it never was…

We lose everything we have

Lovers, faith,  family, and friend

We even lose ourselves in the end