Grasping

Everything dies in it’s season
To live a life savored
I must acknowledge
That death comes for all things
For all moments and all people
I wouldn’t notice the colors of a sunset
If the sky flared that way all day
My grasping robs the moment of it’s beauty
And the tenderness from friendships
I need to learn to cherish
But not grasp

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