Bundle of String, Trio of Words

Live.
Love.
Laugh.

Three words,
So hard to live by,
Yet can be captured,
In a short symphonic shout.

Live:

Done.
Right?
Or is it more complicated than that?

Life given,
In the throes of another.
In the pain of a mother.
In the joy of a father.

Guided through,
Unknown, ink stained steps.
No time for thought,
Just grow, grow, grow.

Age catches up,
Along with realization.
We got here, worn out milestone.
But were we us? The sum of our experience?

Love:

Easy.
All the time.
Or do we really?

Love taken,
From the kiss of a friend.
From the arms of a child.
From the ashes of time worn wounds.

The blush of six,
The "cooties" of ten,
The obnoxious actions of thirteen,
The wonder of sweet sixteen.

Age catches up,
Along with realization.
We got here, worn out milestone.
But did we love? Or just leave empty words?

Laugh:

Simple.
Chuckle, snort, guffaw.
Or is there more to this simple action?

Laughter spreads,
Through the unperturbed self.
Through the grace of memory.
Through the joy of journey.

Circle of friends,
Dirty here, deprecating there.
Over raised glass, or plain, strange humour.
Flitty, spontaneous, temporary.

Age catches up,
Along with realization.
We got here, worn out milestone.
But did we laugh? Really and truly? From the deepness of soul?

So these words begin to stack up,
In meaning and in truth.
We're left breathing in and out,
Our daily mantra.

Live.
Love.
Laugh.