Live

If only life can be erased
like pencil on paper.
The warning bells that rang
might never ring again.

If life could be forgotten
like a passing scent.
Lilies, lavender and rosemary.
Around the corner it ends.

But life is marked by memories,
some of which are sad.
Some memories touch your spirit,
while others make you glad.

Life is a lesson to live and learn;
a journey of joy and pain.
We learn to recognize our tears
and find your smiles again.

by Cheryl Fan

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