Every piece of time
Can be squeezed
But not the last minute
When time shuts its doors
And opportunities are evaporated
Do not wait for the last minute
To pitch your life's story
To unveil your dream
To embrace Love
Do not waste this moment
To open your heart
And be one with yourself
And be one with others
And be one with God
Because the last minute is an echo of time
A mirage beyond your reach
A shadow of all things possible
The last minute is not your minute
It is a minute to smile
Having accomplished everything
And everything is now in God's hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kenneth, a very nice poem, Yes, we must make the most of each day. To My Poem list.