The Glowworms

Life's glowworms hang by thin thread
Knowing not when and where the end
Pulling strings to fly high like a kite
Wound by it takes not a different bite

Dreams are like houses of cards
A harsh shake, remnants remain
Mirth or misery, moments in passing
By self we are taken in ready to gain

Me or you or anything isn't for ever
Except those scars made on earth
And senses of one who met kindness
Gone so many, your name to stay?