evanescence

But what right has even the smallest of mosquitoes to live;
2 hours, 2 days or 2 weeks?
Could it fly beyond its homely flowerpot
Before the arachnid ties it up in a knot?
Or could it buzz just above your delectable skin
And then, end up in a horrid splat like the rest of its pesky kin?

And thus our Fates perchance may be; No matter
young, old, strong or weak.
Could you live to see the next summer’s day
Before He, who gives, takes it all away?
Or is across the road your final destination
And have you courage enough to face your own evanescence?

---- circa 13th August 2003.