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