I've lost something and don't know where
I hope I did not lose it there
What it is I cannot say,
But I remember from yesterday.
If only I could go back then
And track it down to start again.
But time is like a blowing wind
Continues on and has no end
And I am like the flailing leaf
Flying on, alone in grief.
Where I'll stop, God only knows,
When the wind no longer blows.
But a piece of me seems lost for good,
If only I could have understood;
How the times can change a plan,
Save a life or ruin a man.
But `lo, it is too late to find,
That missing peace inside my mind.
I hope whomever shall find my loss,
Upon the path they're going to cross,
Shall keep it well and keep it safe
Or perhaps one day you might awake
And see you've lost what someone found,
Lying there upon the ground.
So take these words, hear them out;
And learn what life is all about.
Forget ye not the gift ye gained,
Although the emptiness remains,
What we've lost, someday returns,
Yet still we may not ever learn,
Even written clear as text,
Until the wind blows to the next.
-John Thibeau 10/Apr/2002