The Inheritance Of Loss
Lately I’ve been made to realise a conclusion
I’ve long spoken of but also avoided
That my days of imparting seem numbered
Faster than a meteor shower
Once I thought this was me forever
Once I believed a Higher Power
Had called me to this noble cause
Eternal. But now
All’s left now is an
Inheritance of loss
A part of me feels like
My heart’s been ripped out of my chest
That I’ll never get back what I once had
No opportunity to redress
How did it come to this?
Was what I’d always done not good enough
Now?
Who changed the script?
Who caused this rift?
Between me and my proteges
My mentees and reasons
For these last twenty odd years?
I’m weary
Despondent
Stupefied
Undone
All’s left now is an
Inheritance of loss
Jacques once said this and it’s oh still so true
Teaching is not a lost art
But its regard is a lost tradition
I’m sorry I had to find it out this way
All’s left now is an
Inheritance of loss
