When times are good,
Save a minute.
just put a minute away,
somewhere.
store it away,
In a special,
secret place.
where with itself,
Time,
It will not erode.
keep it fresh,
as the day you rescued it,
after a while,
you will have many,
such minutes.
Then when moods are somber,
And the skies an ashy grey,
And an ache is in your heart,
for someone you love has gone away,
to the ends of the world,
Break out your stash,
of hoarded minutes.
And thereby,
remember all the good times there were,
And all the good ones to come,
Those precious golden minutes,
will make life,
easier,
and you will be surprised,
how soon times passes,
And before you know it,
your precious ones,
will be in your arms again.
I miss you, Diego, mercedes, j.d. and noah.
we love you so much.
5/6/12 Alton Texas
Yes memories keep the loved ones long gone -close. Nice and poignant, moving write!
Wonderful poem, what a lovely idea to hold on to those precious moments.
A beautiful poem Juan, so right too, I`m off to gather up any spare minutes I can find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tried to post this comment for the second time - here goes. Poignant, moving, very true. Each day is a memory recorded in time.