The Secret

Fragile is a beautiful word.
It brings to mind 
such things as 
the wings of a butterfly,
a rare piece of crystal,
delicately sculpted porcelain,
and orchids.

But the most fragile of all
perhaps
is our hold on life.
That thin, tenuous thread
of the next breath
and the next.
Some of us have warning
of when the thread
will be cut.
Most of us 
are caught by surprise.

We have no time 
to say the things
we always meant to say,
or give the gift
we always meant to give,
or be the friend
we always meant to be.
We all know
the thread will be cut;
Maybe the secret of life
is to live as though it were soon.

31 Aug 16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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August 31, 2016 at 2:34 PM
This is well written. Mrs Beverly, you have ginen us something to think about. Very inspirational.
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September 1, 2016 at 11:14 PM
Daniel, so glad you liked it.
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August 31, 2016 at 1:33 PM
Yes Beverly. Live like there is no tomorrow and let the one's we care about know we love them...lovely write
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September 1, 2016 at 11:13 PM
Thank you, Tim, for the kind words.
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