Psalm 39:5 

5 Look, you make my days short-lived,
and my life span is nothing from your perspective.
Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.

Fragile

How much can I stand when discomfort hits my frame

and when pain strikes like lightning?

How fragile we are when ... sickness calls our name

and there is no strength for fighting?

Life is called a vapor … courage a mighty tower

Medicine a gift of God ... Who understands our frailty

When death knocks at our door ... and I a wilted flower

that somewhere forgot ... to prepare for destiny

A dream is not reality … at least that’s what I’ve been told

It may be a vision at times … showing some things to come

Am I just a fatality … that was somewhere oversold

On the outside appeared fine … but inside was half-done?

Jan Wienen