There was a surplus,
It didn’t last.
Odds were against us,
We took a blast.
It wasn’t fair.
Who said it should?
We didn’t care,
As no one would.
It wasn’t clear
What did go wrong.
We didn’t veer,
Just carried on.
In never traded
What cherished once.
The thread was braided,
Thin was the chance.
Regret did nothing,
As truly meant.
And did not farthing
Save silver cent.
A poignant reflection on loss, resilience, and the limits of regret, with a strikingly rhythmic and restrained voice.
Eltchin, you managed to make us feel sad. Bravo!
So much meaning