Untitled – Sonnet No.1

Life. It slips away, sand in an hourglass.

Then it starts again, with a fertilized egg.

Sometimes it moves so slow. Then, way too fast.

The life of you or another, would you beg?

A fine line, a tiny little hair's breadth.

A few millimetres or grams or seconds.

That is the difference between life and death.

Between the world and where heaven beckons.

Life or death. Friends happy or overly sad.

It can slip through your fingers like butter.

It’s so hard to escape when life goes bad.

Catch snapshots of it with a camera's shutter.

Although it will often cause you much strife.

These are the perils of the thing we call life.