Thin glass

 When we discover the bright day

must pass, 

and we’ll be lit only by distant stars,

our world becomes as fragile as thin glass.

We thought we’d spend our time on the soft grass

adding more pleasures to our slow memoirs

when we discover the bright day must pass,

and every shining moment we amass

leads, without pause, to the dark, closing, doors 

our world becomes as fragile as thin glass.

We think the sharp reminders merely crass,

and then we’re filled with fear of stormy shores 

when we discover the bright day must pass.

Time, that seems gentle, turns out to harass

each one of us, and, as our sorrow pours,

our world becomes as fragile as thin glass.

It turns out we are all of the wrong class

to bring an end to these eternal wars.

When we discover the bright day must pass

our world becomes as fragile as thin glass.