by Nick Gisburne
Each minute is more precious than you think
The tides of time will always make it so
We lose them all, each momentary link
Until the curtain falls and we must go
If you can find a minute more of life
With all the wit and wisdom in your head
Cut free that tiny sliver with a knife
And give it to a dying soul instead
Despair to watch the minutes pass you by
For only those you capture are your own
And if, someday, you think to wonder why
Perhaps one may return to you, alone
We live a life of minutes, one by one
Watch over them, before the last is gone
