A minute is invaluable.
Trapped in the rush of life.
So much potential in its essence,
filled with joy, fears and strife.
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Like a canvas blank and white
with powers to pull the eye.
To pass so quick and pointlessly
or stretch so long to sigh.
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So small and short and unreachable
yet causing us to do.
Without this precious minute
we'd have no reason to want a few.
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Oh this damn minute
lifting me off my bed.
And once its gone I may regret
What to it I'd done or said.
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Fantastic poem! Keep it up 👏