One Minute
It only takes a minute
For everything to change.
No matter how you spin it,
Life is often very strange.
One minute you are feeling well,
The next one you are sick.
You can’t predict, for who can tell
What makes a body tick?
One minute you are home and fine,
The next in the E.R.
So quickly do you cross the line,
It almost seems bizarre.
On minute you’re alive and sharp,
The next one you are dead
And brandishing a little harp,
A halo at your head.
I don’t believe in angels, though,
But I sure understand
That one minute is enough to know
That things don’t go as planned.
It only takes a minute
For your dreams to go awry;
And no matter how you skin it,
You can kiss those hopes goodbye.
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