The Minutes By Mazie Bishop


Previous eras have never wished time away like us.
Precious are the minutes and seconds.
Moments and a memory,
Watching clocks tick their hearts out.
The anticipation to switch the calendar.
“I don’t like the picture this month.”
Well then paint your own.

No other creature lives life on a stop watch.
You’re born,
You loved,
You’re dead.

Enjoy the cracks in the sidewalk,
And the leaves that fall to make room for their brothers.
Appreciate what you have and take your time with love.
All the minutes are treasures.


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