A life is a fragile thing,
It can be taken down so easily,
The next to go could be you or me...
Knowing this is like a sting,
To know your life could end at any moment,
Your soul could be sent;
Sent flying across the plains of bliss or doom...
A fate only associated with gloom.
Don't take life for granted,
Get out there be stranded...
Be alone, be loved,
Don't be a ghost...
Live, learn, yearn for the most,
From the gift we have been given:
And live.
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This poem is really dodgy, sorry!