Paul Burt

Rookie - 157 Points (December 8th 1983 / Plymouth UK)

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

Topic(s) of this poem: time

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A little something I wrote about how much time a human being has left to do something with their lives and savior every moment cause you never know when it could be your last day alive.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

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