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Sep 2011
Minutes matter when
   You are sitting on
       The other side
           Of the bathroom door

                                 Minutes matter when
                                       You have to hear news
                                           From the doctor
                                                   About what is wrong

                                                          ­                        Minutes matter when
                                                            ­                             When what you think you know
                                                            ­                         Is something
                                                       ­                         Completely different


                                               I had a dream last night
                                          I was dressed all in white
                                         Clothes like the angels wear
                                           There was a baby in my arms
                                          Safe, sleeping, breathing, warm
                                        Then it was gone
                                          I don't know where it went
                                             It was just a dream
                                          And like all dreams
                                             It had a meaning
                                                But this one was
                                                           Lost on me

I was moving
   Down a corridor
  The wind was strong
In my dream
Where I was going
     I don't know
   But it didn't really matter
  I saw their faces
  Blurring as I moved past
    Full of emotions
  Sadness, pity, fear
   They knew something
That I didn't

                                                         ­                        When I woke
                                                            ­                    From this dream
                                                           ­                        I knew nothing
                                                         ­                             So it would seem
                                                            ­                    I had my visit
                                                           ­                       I heard the news
                                                            ­                         My minutes passed
                                                          ­                               And I was changed
                                                         ­                           Yet still the same
                                                            ­                     Now I understand
                                                      ­                            What their looks meant
                                                           ­                     They already knew
                                                            ­                    That my minutes were spent

                                                          ­  Because of what I can't control
                                                        T­hese faces and eyes
                                                   They won't see me whole
                                                Judging me
                                                          Neve­r letting it be
                                                   I wish I had never asked
                                               I wish they didn't know
                                            Just one little thing
                                        Changed my life

So take this time
     Think a while
  Ponder your minutes
       Before they expire
  Use them up
       Fill yourself with love
                                    and living
                   And don't waste your time
                      or else Life is rather
                                                     unforgiving.
Jayme M Yaroch
Written by
Jayme M Yaroch  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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