You Cannot lose what you never really have.
My children, learn this well
All bring sadness, but you never really lost anything.
False hopes and illusions
Bring bitterness when they crash to earth.
We cling to our own cherished fictions,
To navigate through life holding on to things
That melt like ice in the sun
Leaving a feeling of loss.
And this bitterness is a poison.
But this poison has an antidote:
The answer is to cultivate gratitude
For what you have and hold
And take stock of what you really have
Even if it is transient.
For knowing that a gift is a gift
Is a secret to much happiness.