Minutes are falling from the sky like raindrops always do,
I scramble quickly to gather them up, even if only a few
Sometimes there is a 'minute' storm, they fall by the ton
I have buckets at the ready as I chase them on the run....
So many times in younger days I ignored them, passed them by.
Some days even an hour's worth would fall from the sky
And I, in my youth, thinking they weren't worth gathering in
Squandering all opportunities, it was such a terrible sin....
Rest assured I harvest them all these days, I truly need them.
They have become so precious, if I could I would breed them
I need them so I can watch flowers grow and clouds go by
So I can look more keenly at the wings of a dragonfly....
Golden hours, silver minutes, they once were of no worth
More valuable than coins now as they tumble down to earth
You should see me of an evening as the sun is sinking low
Running around and picking them up everywhere I go..........
