When do you actually learn the value of life? During a terrible fate? When finding your soulmate? Or when it's already too late? A baby of 18 months learns to walk and talk of course after 18 months.
A Boy of 8 years learns to unconditionally love his family, only after 8 years of nurture.
18 years old and celebrating his graduation of high school. He's a studier, a researcher, a good worker, again only after 18 years of hard slavery. A young adult, 28 and going, a positive result. The church bells ring of joy and sing for that once-young boy who has aged and now engaged to a beautiful, well known wife, his emotions uncaged for life.
38 years from birth a body lies cold and dead on the earth. A shot or two when a conflict broke through, it's that beautiful girl he met in high school, in a pool of red they said, lying in bed when it struck her through her innocent, sweet head.
My baby of 48 wakes on a morbid, winters day, as my son shakes his way from the living room, hopes hanging low, ropes hanging low a noose is found lying around, laying loose on the ground, in my son's best suit, my son ties his life on a permanent contract of disowner-ship. A manic panic, a twinkle of regret and a hateful, familiar, sudden silence. Just like that, on a silver plate lies my son's regretful, sorrowful fate.
When do we actually learn the value of life? Soulmate? Terrible fate? Or when its already too late...
Yes, its alot like that.
Yes, its alot like that.