"Mortality" A Poem by V.G. Grace

There is frailty,
 

There is fear,
 

There are limits,
 

hard to get clear.
 

Thinking of the present, 

thinking of yourself, 

dreams so often get placed on the shelf.
 

Making unexpected turns, 

always searching for your place;
 

success is your hope 

and ambition your base.
 

So much to accomplish, 

so much to know;
 

determination's your ally, 

but time is your foe.
 

You search for someone worthy 

with whom to share your heart,
 

before your body is finished 

and it comes time to part.
 

Our stay is short 

but the struggle so long.
 

We are often too deaf 

to the sweet rhythm of life's song.
 

Our lives are so different, 

but in the end, 

truly the same.
 

We dance to a common drummer 

and play the common game.