Lost Manuscript Comments

Life becomes a lost manuscript only when we forget the NOW and rue in the memory of the past. Tolle calls it 'carrying the pain body' - a masochistic mistake we all indulge in. You have caught that predicament well in this poem. Kudos.

Life is a lost manuscript... you wont regain the actual beauty, fervour, or rhythm of the lost one. Very good. The poem is full of a wonderful commentary replete with expressions where the joys once reaped have been swept away through the passage of time. Thanks.