Make every minute count.

This is a poem that I wrote to just remind people that it’s never to late to start making every minute of you life count and be sure to let loved one know they are truly loved.

MAKE EVERY MINUTE COUNT

Celebrating her victory of winning the long hard race

Out on the town for a girl’s night out feeling the state of grace

Walking alone down the alley way

Not aware in that moment she volunteered to be prey

You know it happens everyday

Where the wicked gain the fame

And only the good die young

And become the next lost loved one

Reaching for his morning coffee while holding the news headlines

Dropping the paper to the floor, knowing he had run out of time

Holding his heart and saying goodbyes

His whole life flashes before his eyes

You know it happens everyday

Where the wicked gain the fame

And only the good die young

And become the next lost loved one

They took precautions so they wouldn’t up

Just like a child they lament away

Contemplating where they went wrong

How did things turn out to be this way?

You can strive every second of your life

To last as long as you possibly can

But when you clock counts down from 10 to 9

Only eight seconds left of time

You’ll never known when that time has come

So make every second of it count

Because after the buzzer gets past one

That’s it, it’s gone, none left, time’s done.

poem by Fancy Khaos aka K. McCollum

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