loss

Here's a sweet rumination on the early loss of a loved one.

For Jewels, by Myriah

Each one of us is here
for just a short precious time.
The quest for life's purpose
can have no reason and no rhyme.
Some place possessions
first in excess.
They think having more
will make you "more" of a success.
Others long for pleasure to
Somehow feel good --
And they end up doing things
they never wished they would.
Some will seek and strive
for that ever elusive fame,
but where are all the accolades
when the neon fades from your name?
There are those who seek to out-do all
to be better than the rest.
But always being number one,
doesn't mean you've passed the test.
Even having perfect children,
who never let you down,
might be a feather in your cap
but it won't change the town.
There is much about this life
that we do not understand --
And sometimes all we can do
is reach out for someone's hand.
When those dark days come
knocking on your door,
it won't matter if you're famous,
uknown, rich or poor.
Good friends are hard to come by,
true friends even harder yet;
But if you can find just one in life,
I bet you'll be glad you met.
When all is said and done and
it's time for us to go --
It isn't what you have,
it's all in who you know.