Second Chance
How hard my heart beat
When I remember the dead
How mysterious they left to rest
They surely passed through many tests
I wished they lived to their best
One minute alive, next gone like a cloud
A flower so fresh in the morning
Whithered in the night
Like the beauty of a woman
It gets no really younger
We are here for a little while
To disappear into the thin air
What a live living for others
What a record following the dead
To account for things done in the flesh
Our contribution to human race
And the corruptions in form of games
Today has gone, tomorrow comes
As he pleases, he spares our life
To make a change, to change our ways
For the dead, he gave no second chance
Night has come as he commands
Heart reflect what the brain thinketh
Do we think of what will remain
When you are gone, your work follows
Nothing is permanent so it is with our existence
Don't just stand observing
Race a finger to make a positive change
For that will surely be said of you when you are gone.
Faniyi James is a writer, a poet and a career trainer. #MrLegend. Good evening all
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