365 Poems: December 26th, 2014

The Gift of Time

All these sweet seconds wasted

on gifts that we give,

waiting for those great days

when it’s easy to live.

On those weekends so grand

that fulcrum our whole lives,

it takes something quite strong

to give us a surprise.

And it comes in the cloak

of a gift made of time

where the thought that’s put in

is more than any rhyme.

Every fingerprint pressed,

every key swiftly clicked,

every ribbon that’s wrapped

to keep prying eyes tricked.

Sure a speed boat is good

or a ring made of gold,

but there’s more worth in things

that we can’t really hold,

’cause time is running out.

It’s never been a myth,

and this world’s greatest prize

is who we spend it with.


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