The Fragile Dance of Life

Life is like a tiny dot on a vast white page,
So small, you won't notice when it fades.
So fleeting, yet brimming with chance,
So fragile, yet filled with hopes and despair’s dance.

Life is a book with chapters untold,
Some filled with adventures, some left cold.
Some books stretch for thousands of pages,
While others are brief, lost in time’s stages.
Some stories end before they begin,
While others are cut short, they never penned in.

Life is a journey without an end,
Some walk smooth paths, where roads extend.
Others tread trails rugged and steep,
Some reach their goals, while some concede.

Life is a bride, preparing with care,
Some are taken, fully aware.
Some are chosen, half-prepared,
Yet all must go, ready or scared.

Life is no gift on a platter of gold,
But a burden we bear, a fate we hold.