Seconds...... Poem by Lala Santiago

How minutes pass slow as well as hours.
Not knowing who will be next to die.
To get sick, to have a new born,
to go to jail, anything could happen.

Hours and minutes are like stories to tell
what had just happen.

How minutes pass slow as well as hours.
Not knowing who will be next to die.
I always believe that in every person their a
good inside of them, because they were a
child once...

Can't believe how hours and minutes had just
pass.
knowing that now is the pass, and the future is
affected.

Is true... Not knowing what might happen once
you leave your house...