Sixty Seconds


One minute
Sixty seconds
Can seem to disappear,
to drag on, to stop.
Enough time to lose your life,
but not enough to bake a cake
We use minutes to count down many moments
A glance at the clock,
oh, only Ten minutes left in class, until my birthday, to live.
Depending on them for everything
Every minute counts

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