We have long hope but life is too short,
Every moment we are just making flirt!
We pretend that we are never going to die,
We readily forget our future, must feel shy!
Every second we are creeping toward death,
And the horrible moment of our last breath!
Very few of us really think of our destiny,
Yet we all are walking along that journey!
When a little sorrow comes we become upset,
But at the time we realize, that is already late!
Our life is decaying steadily like a candle,
It’s only a single candle, not a lot in bundle!
We all need to try to best utilize our time,
Before the tune is over when we hear a rhyme!
Though a little moment of happiness we ignore,
We’re going to miss it forever and can’t explore!
We need to make our candle like life enjoyable,
Though whatever little we have, we are capable!
Candle burning in the wind, decays too fast,
Plan for the future, don’t hold only the past!
Good morning! Isn't it a joy
Good morning! Isn't it a joy to be awake and alive at the same time! You are over the hump! Great piece. (Or should I say, "great peace"!!)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes the bible said "Man is like grass and our days like flowers of grass,for we have no continuing city in the planet earth.