A POEM BY E.C. EVERETT
JUST A FEW MINUTES OR JUST A FEW HOURS
WHAT DO THEY MEAN IN THIS LIFE OF OURS?
NOT VERY MUCH IF COUNTED AS TIME
BUT MINUTES OF BLISS AND HOURS SUBLIME.
IF ONLY WE'D USE THEM ONCE IN AWHILE,
TO MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY, TO MAKE SOMEONE SMILE.
A FEW MINUTES MAY DRY A LITTLE LAD'S TEARS,
AN HOUR SWEEPS AWAY THE SORROW OF YEARS.
A FEW MINUTES OF MY TIME MAY BRING TO AN END,
HOPELESSNESS SOMEWHERE, AND GAIN ME A FRIEND.
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