5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you measure your life in a year?
is it determined with laughter, forgiveness
or measured with your tears?
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you assess your life in a year?
with friendship and family
or trophies that you bare?
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you mark your life in a year?
with materials and treasures
or with love that you've shared?
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred minutes
How do you size up your life in a year?
with volunteering and caring,
or ornamenting your hair?
in daylights with family, in seasons of love
in laughters and smiles, in friendships so dear
5 hundred 25 thousand 6 hundred journeys to plan
that's how a life should measure a year.
** This week, I did a little spin off of my favorite song from the musical Rent, "Seasons of Love". If you'd like to listen to it, click here. I'm posting this for Magpie Tales 41 and 42...I was a little too late to get in on 41 this week, so I figured I'd double up. Magpie tales is hosted by the ever talented, Willow. I'll be posting this to One Shot Wednesday also, a great place for poets to write, read, and meet many talented others. Hope everyone celebrating has a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving holiday!
Interesting perspective..
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What a great poem. It certainly seems like a much longer time when stated in minutes! We'd better enjoy each and every one.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, thought provoking
ReplyDeletewow. i like how you broke it down and some great wise points made as well...nicely done...
ReplyDeleteThis has great feeling and meaning to it. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThat was perfect for both of those prompts. I actually sang your poem (I couldn't help myself)a wonderful spin :)
ReplyDeleteI love uplifting positive poetry..
ReplyDeleteYours ROCKED!!!
Great One Shot Caty...Thanks
Caty....i totally LOVE this poem!!! So true and wonderfully written! :-)
ReplyDeletethoughtful and insightful-time marches on
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem, Caty. Measuring one's life in the things that count is the true path to happiness, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Beautiful. Life is full of choices that we make every minute of every day.
ReplyDeleteGreat Caty! Your poem flowed beautifully and it left us thinking at the end of it, it lingers on in memory. It left an impact. That is a measure of a brilliant offer!
ReplyDeleteA homily to make us think. Thank you.
ReplyDeletefor a minute i though you knew my pin number!!! seriously though the end was a rejoicement of the greatness in our lifes...great read and thanks for sharing with osw...pete
ReplyDeleteNow lemme count here...ummm :) nice one shot
ReplyDeletewell said. Very important not to measure life with superficial things.
ReplyDeleteI know that song from Rent, and I like the rhythm of this. It strikes me as a good holiday poem too!
ReplyDeleteNever saw Rent but have heard the song. Nice poetic adaptation! Enjoyed it. Cheers :)
ReplyDeleteyou amaze me with those numbers and brilliance.
ReplyDeletemasterful tale...
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has some awards/treats in it, have fun and enjoy the blog love.
Interesting! Intriguing!!
ReplyDeleteOkay, I only just now, looking at it on your post, realized that last week's magpie picture was a clock. I couldn't make head nor tails of it til this very moment. Weird!
ReplyDeleteI got so interested in this I even checked the arithmetic!
ReplyDeleteInteresting piece, pulls you in more and more as you read on. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow. all those minutes make it sound like an age. Nice One Shot.
ReplyDeleteDear Caty
ReplyDeleteForm me most of the times, the life is measured in highs and lows of heart... I enjoyed.
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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this was a good way to combine 2 magpie prompts; don't recall seeing that done before. Nice verse.
ReplyDeleteMeasuring a year. Breath by breath.
ReplyDeleteSplendid! Our family adores RENT. My son, Will, was Roger last year and I can't get those songs out of my head. And that isn't a bad thing.
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