An hour

An hour to a dying man would be an eternity
to pass from life without regrets
Anything to ward off that which is imminent
perhaps even allow him to repay a debt

Then shouldn't we actually be grateful
rather than play truant with time
spend the each second with misery
wasting these moments is a crime!

Once gone cannot be rescinded
make use of every moment you get
take advantage of the gift you're given
then you won’t die with any regrets

The End

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