My 21 Minutes Poem by Gregory Huyette

TWO MILLION YEARS MAN’S BEEN ON EARTH.

SO HOW CAN I KNOW MY LIFE’S REAL WORTH?

MAN’S EXISTENCE IN TERMS OF ONLY A YEAR

MEANS THAT I HAVE BUT 21 MINUTES HERE.


MOMENTS TO LOVE, LOATHE, LAUGH, LAMENT...

THEN I’VE PASSED BY; MY TIME HAS BEEN SPENT.


SO EVERY ENCOUNTER IS A PRICELESS PHASE

FOR EACH SECOND THAT TICKS IS 23 DAYS.

OH, IN HOW MANY WAYS CAN IT BE MORE CLEAR

THAT MY 21 MINUTES ARE PRECIOUS AND DEAR.