Ask the dying man the value of a year,

For he is the one who’ll know.

A year will buy him time to make amends,

To make friends of all his foes.


And for the value of an hour, you need only ask,

The boy who took a chance.

He went to the girl he loved and told her so,

Began their future romance.


The value of a second is easily seen,

When you watch the woman who barely missed,

The falling object that would have struck her dead,

She avoided her name on Death’s long list.


For the value of time is ever-changing indeed.

The time most valuable; is the time you need.







A/N: Another short poem, but I am however working on a longer piece (cirka 15 pages), if anyone prefers my short stories. 


Time to study.

Time to stress.

Time to work.

To get success.

Time to worry.

Time to drink.

Time to forget.

No time to think.

Time to regret.

Time to doubt.

Now time for love.

But time ran out.