Sixty Seconds Poem by Randy McClave

In sixty seconds I could take a breath of air
Or I could get down on my knees and say a prayer,
I could crack my knuckles, or I could pop my toes
And if I were really quick, I could change my clothes
Or into a mirror, I could just look and stare.

Conceivably, I could take my time to brush my hair
Or possibly I would just want a moment of despair,
Within that short while, I could smell a rose,
In sixty seconds.

A broken heart I might be able to repair
Or perhaps in that short time I could end an affair,
I could get down on my knees and finally propose!
Or I could seek out revenge and give a bloody nose,
In that short bit, I could even get angry and swear.
In sixty seconds.

Randy L. McClave