Could You Spare a Moment of Your Time?

I feel that there's time.

Time tells me there isn't.

I feel there are moments . . . forever to spare.

I give away smiles,

And sunsets and kisses,

Like a child that's given too much to spend.

15 minutes here . . .

30 minutes there . . .

I throw it away like Monopoly money.

Time seems common and mundane,

It feels so ordinary.

But time tells me it isn't.

I know in my mind the weight of each second.

I know in my thoughts what I should feel.

But my heart takes for granted what it’s always known.

And it cannot envision a world without its beat.

So those beats are lost in every day.

They are not counted or loved.

And the moment appears worthless as it's given away.

Time whispers . . . "It isn't."

John Grace, M.D.

Class of 2000