A Fleeting Minute

I pass this way one time only a fleeting minute in eternity and what I do in that minute is entirely up to me. Whether I go down bad roads or make the right turns, my passing only indicates which way I followed. Some say we have another life somewhere, a second chance to do things with the utmost care and no trails and tribulations to torment our lives. They call that place heaven and we reach when the long sleep comes. Until my minute is over and the sun sets on me, I will follow wherever my road leads me. 27 August 2008