A Day and A Minute |
By K.L. Moulden |
Born June 9, 2002 at 7:19 |
Hospital records, cold black and white
Tell of a patient that was born and then died A life that was given, then taken so fast With so little time from first breath to last A day and a minute was all that there was And the world kept on turning, as it always does Leaving us, helpless and lost, as we stare At the once piece of paper with his whole life there A day and a minute, a lifetime to him Makes us look at the things that we do A day and a minute, from beginning to end So what does his life mean to you How many days have you wasted? How many minutes thrown away? How much love could we give one another If we only had one more day? Take a minute to look into somebody’s eyes Think of the things you have done And what you would do if somehow you knew In a day and a minute, you’d be gone Out of tragedy sometimes we can learn To build back bridges that we chose to burn To find ways to give, instead of just take To do something good, just for goodness sake To walk barefoot in some soft summer grass And not let a chance to help someone else pass For our life is like a raindrop falling into the sea And we never know when the ending might be. A day and a minute, a lifetime to him Makes us look at the things that we do A day and a minute, from beginning to end So what does his life mean to you How many days have you wasted? How many minutes thrown away? How much love could we give one another If we only had one more day? Take a minute to look into somebody’s eyes Think of the things you have done And what you would do if somehow you knew In a day and a minute, you’d be gone |