'Just wait a minute, ' that is what I hear,
I'm an impatient one who doesn't have much time,
yet it has been my lot to be quite far, not near,
from action needed prior to the clock's next chime.
And when you ask, my friend, what really is a minute,
ain't there a lot of them, an awful, countless number?
As a comedian would describe it 'Bear and Grin it',
and in the morning you would gladly add one to your slumber.
It's a commodity of pretty small dimensions,
consisting, as it does, of only sixty seconds.
If running late for work you're feeling added tension,
but at the dentist you don't like it when he beckons.
It must be unimportant, cheap and easy money,
this timely measure of a person's detailed life.
If in a minute it could rain or be blue skies and sunny,
your wife could whisper 'it will be just one more minute'.
But as so often is the case, when people pay attention
to stupoid, unimportant, obsolescent matters,
they fail to realise a truth that I must mention:
No minute does repeat, that is a myth that quickly shatters.
I like it herbert it was worth a ten, in a mathematical sense which i have given you i like anything about time to me it is as good as death as a subject no dont panic i'm not doing any on death today, i have been having to much fun with the living Warm regards allan
Herbert Nehrlich, this enlightening poem really spoke to me. I could identify with what its contents were really all about. A minute can seem like a day, or a day can seem like only a minute in one's life.10 is what I give it.
Very different....I enjoyed reading...true a minute could mean different things to different people
Herbert, Really enjoyed this poem. The just wait a minute has so many tones and intensities to it. Carol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem.Thank you.