What We've To Lose

To those who wash in the fresh air, and

Let the soft breeze cleanse all;

Who savour the sweet scent of no smell at all, and are

Sheltered by trees overhead;

Who long to leave the boundaries of civilised life, and

Walk outside to leave it all behind;

Who experience it and know the sensation:

The magic works for us.

It is a gift, an escape.

We understand, though most don’t, and

We understand the loss.

A minority, increasingly diminishing,

Our truer ways are trampled and

The facilities of our escape

On the brink of no return.

Just like us.

We may soon be saying goodbye to a friend

We know all too well.

And we may soon be saying goodbye to

Part of ourselves.