The Haunt Of Loss, A Poem

There are battles with fate that can never be won
 
Like the loss of a wife
 
A daughter, a son
 
Life is a road that is accident prone
 
To the heavens, your life is only a loan
 
 And a lease, of course, always expires
 
That is when your soul retires
 
When I lost that battle and fate had just won
 
I retired, exhausted, my mourning begun
 
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