Life... for me anyway

Life is, what it is. For each person it takes on its own

Special meaning. For one, life is the most crucial of all,

It has no equal and is second to none. For another, life

is but a word. A simple utterance which takes no form,

or memory, or pulse of giving.

The loss of which, never forefront, never noticed, never told.

Life to me? It is all these things and more. Life to me does

Not end or perish or die like some fading flame... and it is

Already gone. It is lost. Extinguished. Life too me is not

Kind or giving, but bold, and

True