Last Minute
The last minute
The one we wait for our entire lives
That appointment with destiny
We all deny exists
But it's always there
Gnawing at the back of your brain
Each passing moment
You are a little closer to the end
Or is it just the end of the beginning?
And when you get there how will you go
Gracefully, violently, suffering, or with no regrets?
Will an angel whisper in your ear
Or will Satan be smiling sardonically?
Ah, these are the questions that no soul can answer
For the things you do in this life
May mean nothing in the next
Or they may mean everything
Search for the truth and if you find it
Let me know
Because I know a guy who is in the market
If you know what I mean…
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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