Life

Snuffed out like the flame of a candle

gone in the blink of an eye

life is illusive dream

washed away by the ticking of time.

For what is life?

If not an illusion of time

here one moment, yet gone the next.

Surely life is a beauty to behold?

To be enjoyed, not by the riches collected

but by the knowledge gained .

To be enjoyed, not by the social statues and power

but by the delicacy of pure joy.

For life can not truly be brought

it has no true price tag

yet it has upon it an expiry date, given at birth .

Surely life is far more precious than that of gold, silver, bronze?

For life is here one moment and quickly gone the next

it is quick to decay and extinguish itself

but just as quick to ignite and burn bright.