Second Chance Poem by Dessie McCoy

Life is not a given and Death is your not decision.
So you live your days true and straight with accurate precision.
For you don't want to make wrong choices and harm the said living.
The one that's doing the giving is the reaper himself.
You can't juke or hide for what is said to come.
The best you can do is sinch up your belt.
On the grim's collecting day he only cares for the sins boil it down and melt.
Gather it all up make a evil image in place.
Set it free on the world with guns and drugs to corrupt and lay haste.
But wait, for when there's darkness their is the halo light.
The path to righteousness the Lord shining armor with all his might.
To step in free you of your wrong doings cleanse you and push you out again to fight for the right.