Near the Precipice

 

Life is a flickering candle, a dance on an icy road,

Each day is a step, each week a ball brushing the threshold.

We all move forward on the thin line of destiny,

Always learning, growing, yet always near the brink.

A hurtful word, a critical gaze,

Is like a knife slicing through the spirit.

Do you remember? Naked we came, and naked we will leave,

So why judge, filling our hearts with poison?

Give life its value, let it shine like the sun,

Don’t forget that every smile you give lightens someone’s burden.

Why carry the weight of criticism when you can lend a hand?

Why focus on failures instead of celebrating the victories of your own?

We all move forward, sometimes stumbling,

But life is a school with no triumphant diploma.

Let us live with grace, let us show love,

For all we have is now, and the hope of a gentler tomorrow.

Such is life, an adventure with no return,

It’s not the height where you stand, but the impact of your love.

So let us stop judging, let us stop commanding,

For in the end, we are all leaves in the same wind guiding us along.