Life

Life, so fragile,
So easily stomped,
Snuff out by Mishaps,
Crumpled to dust.

Why then does Men think thus?
Life in value, higher than Gold.
Diligently, they work,
To achieve their goals.

Goals are but dreams,
Easily snuff out by death,
And all that we work for, gone,
All that remains, but a memory.

Memories bring about grief,
Endless mourning and sorrow,
Life is Meaningless,
When the next breath may be your last.

But is Life so dull?
Nothing but chance existence?
Is Life but a vase?
For show and nothing else.

Whatever we strife for,
Should have a purpose,
Whatever we do,
Must have a meaning.

We must stretch out,
And grasp what is just beyond,
So that when we go, we say,
"I tried my best"

Men should never be content,
But stretch for more,
In ways for Light,
Never through the tainted path.

Men must make full use,
Of the Life granted to us,
God set us here,
With a reason, a purpose.

We should not fail,
His Everlasting Grace,
But strife ever harder,
In the goals of our life.

So that even if we go,
We leave behind a legacy,
Immortal through History,
And our existence, recorded.

So, when I was thinking about how easily life can be snuffed, this was the result...its really disturbing how a person can die because of single stupid notion, a delayed decision or an accident.