The Candle

Life is short.

One never knows when the time is burnt.

The flames that were once aglow,

now ends, wax melting low.

The fire lit for the duration of life,

ablaze creating memories daily with love,

withers away when flames are blown.

Like a wind, 

blowing the flames instantly without being warned.

Another flame of the candles vanishes into thin air.

At times, creating a sudden shock within familiar faces.

Creating a somber mood,

filled with indescribable thoughts of such untimely occurrence.

That death is never predictable,

rather it can be untimely or within it's own reasonable time frame.

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 © SHEJOY19

Idealism

Many say friends come and go.

I think, we all grow apart and let go.

Every individual wants to feel loved.

I think, everyone is loved by God.

Others feel alone, searching for the one.

I think, God is still molding the one in heaven.

Some fall apart, when humps of life spring up along the way.

I think, others find the strength to jump it along the way.

Most rise up from falling on their knees.

I think most rise up because of faith from the heavens,

Glorifying His name during the toughest obstacle encounters in life.

 © SHEJOY19