Exception

James 4:14 

¹⁴ You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like?

For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.

Exception

A few more drops of ink and the well will be empty

A few more tears to cry to soften a broken heart

Is this the missing link or a disappearing fancy?

That seems to be ready to fly to tear this world apart

It started in a world of plenty . . . it would not run out

But more ink and paper presents the condition of illusion

A few exceptions while so many live it up and have no doubt

In this life what’s just a vapor to end towards a sad conclusion

Periodically in sincerity one looks in a self-made mirror

Cracks and pores are not seen in the shadows of the night

All gone is now the clarity as one day to someone’s horror

Heaven will be seen as a rarity while pain displays its might