The Jewel

Our brief existence on this marbled sphere Is meaningless unless we treasure life. The jewel, love, is obviously rare. Its cost is very high. A man and wife, A country, town or city knows for sure Without its presence everything must die. If hate prevails then war is what's in store. It sates itself on humanities cries. Alas! Our souls are wandering through space- Our Beings on borrowed time, few morrows. Today is almost the past! So Embrace Another day, toast to end mans sorrows And keep in mind that time is running short. Expressing love is Mans only comfort.