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.