Poem The lost second

 Poem The lost second


The passing seconds

Reaping benefits often

Giving different reactions

Making a smile proud.


If we lose one second

Even when the lost were to be found

The gains were not abound

Things looked less worthy.


Then it is not like a room locked

We can cope that lost second

Search it with an amateur s eye

And fix the things like a crown.


So that there will be

Lots of things that are sound

And the world will wear

The precious crown in the time abound.




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