POEM

 

I have come to terms
With never again being asked to dance.
There are those who have never danced.

I have come to terms
With never again being passionately kissed.
There are those who have never been kissed.

I have come to terms
With never again being young and thin.
There are those who will never grow old.

I have come to terms
With never visiting Africa
Or seeing the Northern Lights
Or skydiving.
Because I have loved and been loved.