Minute

There's a man on the corner

Who's selling folks time

Each new sixty seconds

Costs only a dime

He sells it in bottles

Closed tightly with corks

And swears on his life

That it really does work

Whenever you feel

You need one minute more

Just open the bottle

And *poof* it is yours

Minites for sleeping

And minutes to waste

Minutes for rushing

In case you are late

Minutes for smiling

And minutes to share

Minutes just waiting

To breathe the new air

And everyone bought one

'Cause everyone knows

How far, when you need one

A minute can go

I purchased a minute

(Goodness knows, it looked small)

And noticed a warning

In handwritten scrawl

"A minite used now

Will then steal away

A similar minute

From some other day

Some day from your future

And not from the clouds

Please use minutes wisely

No refunds allowed."

I never uncorked it

I don't think I could

I'll just leave my time

To be used as it should