Old Nor Young

Life, a precious and fleeting gift, Filled with moments we hold and uplift. Each breath we take, a treasure to embrace, An experience to cherish, no time to waste. Loss, a pain that slices through the soul, Leaves us feeling empty, a gaping hole. But in the midst of heartbreak and despair, We find strength and love, to bear and repair. The beauty of life is the love we share, That blooms and blossoms, beyond compare. The memories we make with one another, A bond that lasts, beyond time's cover. Yet even in moments, life can feel unjust, Hatred and cruelty, towards us thrust. The pain we feel, when met with disgust, Can leave us reeling, our spirits crushed. But in the face of animosity and spite, We choose to stand, with all our might. For deep within, we know the truth, That love conquers hate, it's absolute proof. And so, we live life, with our hearts open, Loving and caring, with every emotion. For in the end, it's not how long we live, But how much love we give, that helps us thrive. Life is beautiful, yet fragile and fleeting, Filled with both sorrows and joyful greetings. We must embrace it all, with open arms, Including loss, hatred, and life's harms. For the deepest meaning of life, we discover, Is to live and love, and with grace recover. And when we leave this earth, we can rest, Knowing our lives were loved, and truly blessed. J.K.S