A Dying Machine Poem by Paul Burt

Everyday we live a very small piece of us dies
Our flesh gets older it thins and sheds with each passing second
Life has been arond since the dawn of time yet we only exist for 36,500 days
But we never know when it will be cut short for whatever reason fate has for us all

Our time is limited
How we make the most of it is our choice
choices we make dictates how long we live
And how we meet our end depends on the choices we make

Savior every moment of everything you do in life
savior every gift you receive in this life
Live everyday like it's your last

For we are all a dying machine