Minutes

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

 

 

We spend our

Time chasing fortunes.

Years spent in college

Or scratching and clawing

Up rungs of workplace ladders.

 

We spend our time

Amassing our fortunes

However large or small,

And then we struggle to

Decide how to spend them.

 

All the while,

The one commodity

That holds the most value

Streams through our

Fingers like sand.

 

You can save your

Dollars and your gold.

You can protect your possessions

But you cannot save

Your minutes.

 

Spend your minutes

Wisely. You can

Never get them back.

My father ran out

Of minutes last week.

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

What a lesson to be learned and shared. The loss of a father is tough to take - I lost mine last August and I asked myself the same question - where did the time go.... time I had hoped to spend much much differently. This is lovely in it's message and the bittersweet truth of making choices and having life make the decisions.....

Kath

[Last Lying Look]

This was a neat poem.
I love the overall message and everything about it.
Excellent work!

-Elissa :)

[Mysty Rayn]

This ending really just left me staring at the screen. It was unexpected. A piece that one can learn from and be inspired from.

[SM Davis]

Wow! I'm speechless. This is the oldest question in time, isn't it? I'm afraid I have nothing to say to this except that you have left me speechless.

[Stephanie]

That was very touching. I can't imagine what such a loss could feel like.
Time is so precious.
Beautifully written =]

Time goes

and will keep on going

but what happens during that time, what difference was made, that matters.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is beautifully written and brings home a strong message.
Wisdom is won at a price that seems far to high. Thank you for sharing it freely with others.
And much love to you my friend.

[Emily B]

a sobering lesson, written beautifully by someone who knows true value.

This is a really sad poem, but very true.