LIFE
Life is an elusive thing,
A vapor in the breeze.
It flits about, and falls away,
Like Autumn’s colored leaves.
Its like a tender blade of grass,
That withers in the sun.
It seems like it just started, then,
Its over, and its done.
It passes like the color fades
Out from an evening sky.
It may have a blaze of color…
Momentary, then it dies.
Its like the tender petals on
A rose, of beauty rare.
They rapidly unfold through time…
Not much else can compare.
It passes faster day by day,
As it adds years to you.
With more of it, it picks up speed…
And sadly, soon, its through.
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