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Daily stuff: A fleeting minute

A short poem by David Harris

 Ana    Thursday June 23, 2016

I pass this way one time only 
a fleeting minute in eternity 
and what I do in that minute 
is entirely up to me. 
Whether I go down bad roads 
or make the right turns, 
my passing only indicates 
which way I followed. 
Some say we have 
another life somewhere, 
a second chance to do things 
with the utmost care 
and no trails and tribulations 
to torment our lives. 
They call that place heaven 
and we reach when the long sleep comes. 
Until my minute is over 
and the sun sets on me, 
I will follow wherever 
my road leads me. 
By David Harris 


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