A life less lived is ever so precious
Small, fragile and held in heart.
Not experienced or seen a life so ferocious.
Knowing great things can end before they start.
There is genius in life’s complexity.
The Beauty that grey clouds hold a silver lining.
Clueless and doe eyed in perplexity
Wishing for a good day while the sun’s not shining
But, the Grim Reaper has no sympathy,
For age, soul, color, or make
Such and empty force feels no empathy.
What he gives is also what he Takes.
No matter how much we resist,
A physical bond is not always Promised