Learn a lesson

Life is fragile –

a heart can break –

cherish each moment,

shed every single tear.

Life is short –

live it well –

with your head high

and with a smile

Don’t regret

what went wrong –

I know it’s hard.

Life is fragile –

a heart can break.

I sure know it,

because mine is broken.

I first wrote this poem when I was living in Fountain Hills, Arizona. I was getting my bags - five of them, I might add - to go back to Brazil, when I realized how I was feeling about leaving everything and everyone behind. Of course, while writing it I had a specific person in mind, who, should I say, "helped" me and "pushed" me into writing a bunch of other poems regarding what I felt and our pseudo-relationship.

This poem was first written on a piece of paper from my notepad from the Pub I used to work for, on the 3rd of May.