Life...

Life is fragile, so treasure it well.
For it is a gift, which no merchant may sell.
People are born and people die,
People forlorn and then they sigh.
Life is eternal and is always there,
Yet Death can take it, it does not care.
Life is everyone's, theirs, yours, and mine,
Yet the Reaper may come, without a sign.
Everyone has their Appointed Hour,
And so the petals fall from that fragrant flower.
Watch the Sands of that Hourglass,
For Life, like sand, will come and pass.
Each grain is one you take for granted,
So revel in each, Life so enchanted.
Treasure each moment before The End,
Until the beckoning from Heaven they send...