The Frailty of life

The Frailty of life is my topic today.
People can interpret my poem however they may.
We live on the earth for a short time .
 All of our days are numbered. They are in the Master's hand.

I think about people that I knew that are dead and shake my head. If only I had treated them nicer, perhaps I could have made a positive impact upon them.

Betty Davis is a person that I often think about and I'm not sure why,  She was a tiny lady that always needed a hug and she loved everyone. Betty spoke in a whiny little voice but hopefully her soul is at ease while she rest. I titled this poem the frailty of life since tomorrow isn't guaranteed.