seconds a minute does make,
fifty-seven you think the present will stay,
fifty-five yet you lost two right away.
fifty-four it moves down to forty-five,
realization hits, time does fly!
down to thirty now all gone,
twenty-nine left time has moved on.
now ponders that, which is left,
unspoken word and unfulfilled dream in your head.
twenty- five to go you begin right away,
the wrong and plan for the day.
second now ticks and you move to the end,
wished from the start you had made time your friend.
clock shows only fifteen linger,
to make them count and feel rather languor.
left, Nine, Eight, then Seven,
will be five and no time for reflection.
promise yourself with the last four,
minute will be different than the one before.
now about the new prospect,
minute counts down to where it will exit.
It is now
the last second, fifty-nine did go by,
on the next as this minute has died.
thing you failed to consider,
gives us this moment with no promise of a future.
minute has begun and the opportunity exists,
you dear friend your time just finished.
who remain we now have sixty-seconds,
question to you is –
you do with this minute?