Fleeting moment

The moment is fleeting
The final hour is about to cone
What else do one needs to do
For all to be over and done?
We started early morning
Just before sun
Or shall we just allow nature
To take it's course, only
later to reconsider, and
Wished we had won?
The clock is ticking

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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