Sixty Seconds

In sixty seconds I could take a breath of air Or I could get down on my knees and say a prayer, I could crack my knuckles, or I could pop my toes And if I were really quick, I could change my clothes Or into a mirror, I could just look and stare. Conceivably, I could take my time to brush my hair Or possibly I would just want a moment of despair, Within that short while, I could smell a rose, In sixty seconds. A broken heart I might be able to repair Or perhaps in that short time I could end an affair, I could get down on my knees and finally propose! Or I could seek out revenge and give a bloody nose, In that short bit, I could even get angry and swear. In sixty seconds. Randy L. McClave