Five Minutes

Wondering how long you have got

How long before the fatal blow

No way to try and stop the rot

There is only five minutes to go



Time seems to be going too fast

You always reap what you sow

Nothing is ever meant to last

Only now four minutes to go



Sometimes you hope it is a dream

But you feel the reality grow

Nothing left now but to scream

With now only two minutes to go



The end too soon will come

You feel cold shivers start to grow

It is always the end for some

There are no more minutes left to go

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009