Nobody Loses Everything They Love Poem by Mark Nichols

Nobody loses all the time
Nobody loses everything
There's always something left
There's always going to be a crumb for the mouse
Who lives inside the wall
He's not got far to fall
He told me
Nobody loses everything they love

Om

Nobody loses all the time
Nobody loses everything
There's always something left
There's always going to be a place for the dead
To lay our weary heads
Don't need no feather beds
We're singing,
'Nobody loses everything the love.'

Nobody loses all the time
Nobody loses everything
There's always someone left
There's always going to be a skeleton man
To lead the marching band
To guide us from the land
Where they say,
'Nobody loses everything the love.'

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