Life
People are blessed with life,
Of varying amounts.
Some are born with more,
Others with less.
Some were meant to go through their life
Quickly, like a burning fire in the night.
Others were meant to go through their life
Slowly, like a smoldering ember seen by few.
My life was little, meant to be a smoldering ember for many days,
Known by few, feeble in its warmth.
Let my life be used quickly, rather,
To be a shooting star.
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2015
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