Written by Loot
Lost and Found
I never started out thinking everyone changes my life.
That every bee buzzing past actually visits my beehive.
I thought that I was principally a rejecter or a collector.
Either an investor in peoples’ lives or a relationship debtor.
I gained pleasure from the boxed concept of past and new.
Not realising that everything you experience is shaping you.
Bees recognise that many flavours make a decent honey.
And that honey is blended through the joy of connectivity.
Only when something was missing did I realise I was wrong.
The loss of interaction became something for which I long
So, I told my boy, my pride, my joy, “love and be loved”.
He told me, “I do that dad, I don’t need to be shoved”.
I asked ,“how’d you know all that you know?”
He replied, “no knowledge required, I just go with the glow”.
I reflected, ruefully, that I must be very predictable sage.
Contrasted with nascent wisdom from a lad, half my age.
He said “this ain’t no karma shit or who the fuck is who,
Don’t measure who you’ve loved, but who has loved you”
This really isn’t an in adversity formed, angsty, life rebound.
Just a fact, life’s so much more, than simply lost and found.
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