Poem -

Timeless

Another Minute With You!

Timeless

We never understand the value of a second untill we have only minutes remaining! Nor the value of the minute compared to the hour! The time we waste and the time we spend expire at the same speed! 60 seconds is still a minute and every second is graceful and gives opportunity to utilize each and every minute we're gifted! Taking in as much knowledge and emotion as possible! Maximizing potential on time! If perhaps we had a sand filled hour glass! Would we be more conscious of the passing moments! Or would we be unable to look away anticipating our ruin! I dream to be timeless! Not immortal! just without the goodbyes reluctantly said once the seconds surpass minutes and hours elapse! Deeply pained untill our bodies collapse! I wish I could return to moments I squandered and renew the time I would foolishly misspend! When days turn to months and those months blend to years! And so the years progress as the marker of time until we ultimately end up back to the meager minutes we'd disregard! Approaching our final second! We then learn the value of time and what it can be worth! And we're left desiring opportunity to optimize time that was inadvertently wasted! We never understand value in time! but I understand power in time and i cant help but wish i had more with time with you!

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