The Frailty Of Life Poem by Rita Jette

The Frailty Of Life



As the grass does wither, and soon fades away,
So the frail life here, in its limited day.
As the wind blows hither, and then goes its way,
So man in his sphere, visits a limited day.
As the clock ticks thither,
and pleads will not sway,
So death comes to gather.
The frail life in its day.

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Rita Jette

Rita Jette

Cranston, RI, USA
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