Alfred Barna

Love Is Time Well Spent - Poem by Alfred Barna

Daughter of mine
Seconds seem like such a crime
Calendars have made of us paupers
For no one shall be wealthy of time
I can no more save an hour
Than I could a glimmer of grace
We mortals can't be entrusted the power
To reserve anything at all in this place
We are borrowers from our birth
Renting a small portion of the earth
Fortunate I was to receive
A day in the sun with you
Every precious moment that I breathe
Is more than some have had in lie
Life can be wasted on our worry
But we often fret for things we cannot grasp
Through all of our woe and all our hurry
Isn't just one peaceful moment all we ask

Love is the summit we can hope for
Love is the best we can achieve
Love is the all that we can hope for
Love is everything to believe
If you hold it in your heart
You will never long or thirst
For upon this seed water is poured to start
From which all blessings shall then burst
Love is time well spent
Love is time well spent

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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