her loss and not my gain

jj jackman
rescue man - index



her loss and not my gain
(2/8/99)

her loss and not my gain
a child will ride a train
and plant a tiny seed,
that grows to be a weed
he sees it not as such,
he loves it very much

she’ll rest and be in pain
a child she was quite plain
she had a real big goal,
arrived she pays the toll
and on her bed she’ll toss,
and not my gain, her loss

and sadness like a drain
that never will run dry
but wet with water running clear
and true love leaves a stain
just like the weaver’s dye
to last throughout one’s life i hear

to motion like the Red Crowned Crane!
and yet though often just as vain!
it runs a deeper course
it seems the Maker’s source
a child will eat the rain
her loss and not my gain