Each day's a diamond
when you lose someone you love.
You realize just how near death is.
We walk along a narrow ridge,
steep cliffs on either side.
And as we go,
our relatives and friends may fall,
forced off by accidents or illness,
as we ourselves may be, at any time.
So I repeat
each day's a gem: I'm learning to appreciate
its colour, light and shape.
Even though we do not see it, every sunrise we are presented with a unique diamond, days are a gift and we somehow take it for granted
Emotional Touch, But in our Mind Nobody can fall in deep, Really the loss of depth are very low please realise, Another Good Work. Specially Wishing a Warm `X`Mas, New Year for curing all wounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem with muses of how life can be on the brink. I like the analogy of the cliff edge and how some fall off it signifying death. I do hope u read mine latest too.