The Remnants
What remains when you have lost it all,
when all your life is down in ruins,
when your love is lost in beds of others,
when it has been proved again and once too much
that love and women never can be trusted,
when you are betrayed and lost in darkness
economically ruined by the laws of cynicism
pervading all society and dominating it
with ruthless senseless unhumanity
and you are left alone abandoned in a stormy sea of tears,
on one of those last melting ice flakes
that the egoism of global warming keeps reducing
in the maddest race in history for flimsy shallowness,
and you are thrown out of your own with no excuses
by the rules of that infernal asphalt jungle of the city
that is worse and crueller than any natural free wilderness;
what can be there still when you have lost everything?
Be calm. You haven't lost a thing. It's all still there,
your love, your friendships, all that universe of learning,
all that freedom of the ever life-vibrating cosmos,
it's all there whatever happens; and by losing all,
you simply are a winner having found it all again,
the meaning and the love of all your life.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-23 at 18:03
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