My 21 Minutes
TWO MILLION YEARS MAN’S BEEN ON EARTH.
SO HOW CAN I KNOW MY LIFE’S REAL WORTH?
MAN’S EXISTENCE IN TERMS OF ONLY A YEAR
MEANS THAT I HAVE BUT 21 MINUTES HERE.
MOMENTS TO LOVE, LOATHE, LAUGH, LAMENT...
THEN I’VE PASSED BY; MY TIME HAS BEEN SPENT.
SO EVERY ENCOUNTER IS A PRICELESS PHASE
FOR EACH SECOND THAT TICKS IS 23 DAYS.
OH, IN HOW MANY WAYS CAN IT BE MORE CLEAR
THAT MY 21 MINUTES ARE PRECIOUS AND DEAR.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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