Elizabeth Clement

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Fifty Minutes To Live - Poem by Elizabeth Clement

I have fifty minutes left to live
I have fifty minutes left to love
I have fifty minutes left to understand the way of life.

I sit between the roots of an old tree,
Just enjoying every breath I have left,
Every moment I have left.

I come hear,
to this calming place,
Where everything seems never changing but always changing.

I come hear,
to this calming place,
So I can watch the leaves of the trees ruffle in the breeze.

I come hear,
to this calming place,
To hear the animals chatter like nothing is wrong (like I’m not dying) .

I come hear,
to this calming place,
To smell the scent of peace and quiet.

I come hear,
to this calming place,
To spend my last moments on earth,
Until I arrive at my new claming place.

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  • Mark Nwagwu (4/12/2008 3:02:00 AM)


    the scent of peace and quiet worth all the fifty minutes left to live. soothing. fresh indeed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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