Our short, slow breaths,

Can easily show,

If we only learned to listen,

How brief life can be.

One’s warm smile

Can be replaced by cold skin

In only a breath,

Or the absence thereof.

But it’s not all bad,

Because it’s short, life is a challenge.

Something to be conquered.

Something to be treasured.

Everything can’t be done,

There’s simply no time.

But the things we do,

Mean so much more,

Because life is fleeting.