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 © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2016
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