one minute we're here, the next we're gone
having a good time today with a friend
departing with plans to meet up again in a few days
then to get told they've moved on to the great beyond
losing a loved one leaves us with pain and questions
"am i really not going to see them again"
"did they know how much I care"
"what did they feel in their last moments"
"did they think of me"
"can they see me now"
"will they approve of what I'm doing"
Brings into clear focus just how fragile
our grip on life really is
how very easily it can be cut off
Life with all its ups and downs
joys and sorrows
yet it is a journey we are never ready to quit
For those it takes closer to their dreams with each rising sun
it is hope and endless possibilities
the same sun so vitalizing and inspiring
spells despair and bleakness for others
we mold our lives, we each make it into what it is for us
albeit knowingly or unknowingly
although some have mastered the art of this
and can by their thoughts, actions and words
bring to pass almost whatever they can imagine
It is still a mystery to others
a mystery that they live in fear of
the fear of not knowing what tomorrow might bring
and as I sit and ponder the universe ever so slowly turning and churning out
happiness and sorrow, fulfillment and failures, uncertainty and confidence
the saying comes to mind;
"Life is what you make of it"
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