ON THE EDGE ©Ricki E. Bellos We sit on the edge As the day unwraps Its lights and shadows There, over the ledge Lies the laughter And all sorrow we will know We run from the truth Grasp at beauty and youth Fear an end we cannot deny Beg for a new hand of cards But dying is easy It’s living that’s hard We sit on the edge As the night unfolds Its wings before us We’re holding our breath As we long to hold This life that turns to dust
