Minutes

Time a savior
People they beg,
For more years
Months, weeks days hours
Minutes.
We count the minutes
They add up
To something special
A birthday, holiday, event but each minute,
Each come but never return.
Time the reaper
It takes lives
Time is there but the next minute
Is gone
We gasp for breath
For more minutes
For more time to enjoy what we have taken for granted
We run out of time
We race the clock
School, tests, jobs deadlines.
Times
Countless times I find myself out of
Minutes, begging to see what one more minute could have changed.