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Poetry By: donkylemore

watching the sunset - thinking of other days and times when the time it takes is so short.. and so long

Submitted:Jan 25, 2009    Reads: 1,233    Comments: 11    Likes: 4   

I stopped , this evening on the bog,

To count the time;

It took for the sun to slip behind the hill ;

And I remembered ;

A days shooting with my father ;

On the lake shore ; coming home ;

When he stopped ; to watch the sunset

Over another hill ; and he had us guess ,

How long - how long would it take ;

For the sun to set.

And he took out his pocket watch

As we broke our guns and guessed,

And the steam rose from the dogs,

The clinging mist weaving stealthily

In wisps, up from the bog.

And a contented glow was all around.

Three minutes , he declared in triumph

As he closed the clasp with his crisp smile ;

Three minutes , and we argued who could tell

The second it really disappeared .

Three minutes my friend, he said

Through his tightened white moustache.

Ant that was that ,

Three minutes , my friend can be too long .

Or too short , to say the thing you should have said.

Or went too far and said the thing you swore you wouldn't

Three short minutes to break a heart

That three million wont repair

Just three careless minutes

To mend the rented garment

With interweaving stitches of

The subtlest gossamer of unseen silk;

There is a thread of the softest darn

That can bring the ragged edges together

Even when the fabric is torn asunder

And scarcely recognisable as your cloth

But take your three minutes to see the sunset

To breathe in the gossamer glow

Take the time to take the heed

To make those three minutes matter ,

And try to never make them hurt.


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