Short
Life can be cruel, brutish, and short
One day spent laughing
The next spent waiting
For your lungs to give out
Once they've shut the life support off
Nothing comes easy in the world
No emotion plays simple
And in this game none of the referees calls fair
Tis nothing, tis something, tis everything
For our lives to be melancholy
In this small tragic affair,
One short sleep past, we awake eternally
Fragile in body, strong in soul,
We live on in memory.© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke