The Gift of Life

We can never measure.

Photograph by Author.

Inception in a second
A miracle is born
It is the gift of life
The start of a new dawn.

Some hardly see the scenery.
The first breath is the last.
Yet others scream and prosper.
And we are left to ask?

Was it written in the stars?
Life can be so frail.
Fragile and tactile
Some thrive whilst others fail.

Some will live a short life.
Whilst others reach an age
Maturity is a magic
Some turn into a sage.

The gift of life is given.
A time to shine and bloom
And never count on the future
As the end can come too soon.

I write as a reminder.
To value and treasure
The gift of life is sacred
Time we can never measure.

©

David Rudder
2024

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.