Perilous Acts Poem by Lawrence s. Makola

Swift are the seconds of to day
Brief are the moments we live in
Quick is our life span
Too short the picture that remain
Enjoyment is understood by all
the danger of hell by none
the face of death no one knows
its arrival is as quick as lightning
It destroys hopes and visions
Brings an end to calculated missions
that encompasses the future of the remaining
the perilous acts accelerates death penalty
Death carries the soul home for eternity.