Six Week Summer Class

If the world was built in a week, why do six feel so short?



He appeared in my life diligently working and eyes shimmering with joy.



Then like nothing he vanished, the six weeks over. His closing words still echoing, "I hate that word, 'Never'"



I replied, "But that is life."



Shaking his head he turned away, "Life is made by you, not you by it."