Lost

I wrote a poem yesterday. I thought

it a good poem indeed. Could have

been one of my best.

I must have pressed the “don’t save”

box on my computer screen because

it disappeared never to be retrieved.

Damn! Gone, lost in Never, Neverland,

never to be seen again. I tried to remem-

ber exactly what I had said, all the subtle

intricacies, words so precisely placed.

All my options were erased without a

trace. Let it go, I told myself. There will

be other poems on other days.

What is one poem out of hundreds,

thousands written, most of which

when I’m gone from this life, no

one will ever read, anyway. What

a damned shame, but one must

press on despite such adversity.

I must say, though, it was a good

poem, may have been one of the

best poems I have ever written.

Like the fisherman’s “big one”

which got away.

It was about Having it made in the

Shade, until the Winds of Change

came to blow it all away. Lost now,

like me, a damn fine poem, I must

say, no one will ever see.

So humbly, I present to you in its place

this one I wrote today.

                     -30-

Chris Hanch 7-18-2020