Sixty Minutes
Sixty minutes to make peace,
not much time in the scheme of things.
To ask forgiveness for all I've done,
seems I shouldn't have tempted fate in the first place.
I never should have taken the path,
that leads to remorse and I'm sorry's.
I just should have listened to my little voice.
The Angel that tried to guide me.
Perhaps I wouldn't be here at this moment, facing my mortality.
The what if's can fry the mind.
But just one might have saved me.
I leaned upon the tale I'd been told,
that forgiveness is but a prayer away.
But, when you have just thirty minutes left,
you realize it's too late.
I am luckier than some, I guess.
That had the end happen in a blink.
Never knowing, nor having the chance,
to ask for their soul to be saved.
With just thirty seconds,
not much time for lengthy pleas.
So I will just ask you to hear my last two words..
"Forgive me"
For the contest: MY Last Hour
Sponsored by Robb A. Kopp
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