Gathering minutes and seconds
Hours that drift into days
Harvesting weeks and months then
Hoping they all will stay. And
Later, when the months have grown
Into years,
I shall press them between pages of a book,
Opening occasionally and revisiting
All the old steps we took.
Old stories which will remind us
Of births and deaths and events
To cherish and maybe cause a tear
Arguments and latterly making amends.
For time is precious and gone in an instant
A decade passed in what seemed like a day
Treasure each moment that is on offer
Gather minutes too priceless to slip away.
