Loss To Mourn

Before my Daddy passed away
He said "Son, it isn't easy what I have to say."
I'm not even sure it's true,
But my Daddy told me, so I'm telling you:

"Unless a man has a loss to mourn, 

He hasn't been born at all.
Until a woman's been intimate with grief, 

She's still a little girl."

Youth is wasted on the young.

(Who else would it be wasted
on?)
Another thing my Daddy said:

"Life is wasted on the living.
Death is wasted on the dead."

"Unless a man has a loss to mourn, 

He hasn't been born at all.
Until a woman's been intimate with grief, 

She's still a little girl. 

Why do we bring children into this world of woe?
We talk about freedom -- 
But we've got nowhere else to go."

My Old Man makes a last request

To be fed like a baby 

At his mama’s breast.

I take him to a fancy restaurant --

I say "Daddy you can order anything you want."

Unless a man has a loss to mourn, 

He hasn't been born at all.
Until a woman's been intimate with grief, 

She's still a little girl.

Note:  Loss To Mourn, the lead-off song on Peter Blegvad's last collection of all-new material, Hangman's Hill, has been more and more on my mind lately, for reasons I didn't understand until yesterday evening.  A link to the song, which features the performances of Peter Blegvad (voice/guitar), John Greaves (bass), Chris Cutler (drums), Bob Drake (guitar) and B.J. Cole (pedal steel guitar) is found Here.