Life is frail as a moonlit night
Moving, shaking, changed and light
Wishing never changes things
Actions taken that’s the thing
We can be so brilliant
Yet in a moments time forget that life is frail
We do this or that feeling eternal
Our actions bring us down while we look the other way
Why can’t we connect our hands and feet
More closely to our mind
Demanding standards be met
Without the blink of an eye, this is where we stand
Many a man of stronger cloth than I
Have been mowed down in the blink of an eye
By actions that destroy all good
They didn’t even realize the finality of their act
No more their intellect
The act takes a life of its own
Try as they might it cannot be rescinded
They live that life of death until that day they sleep and no more
Clay Corvin
http://www.claycorvin.com
