The Great Gift of Time
A group of couples met for lunch—
a quick one—talked, and watched the clock.
They spoke of their demanding jobs.
Must soon get back—tick-tock, tick-tock!
So many things they used to do,
they’ve little time for nowadays,
like board-game nights with family
or helping with church Christmas plays.
They once found time to show concern
for shut-ins in the neighborhood
by doing home-repairs for free.
Those times made everyone feel good.
Some once played instruments or sang,
wrote poetry or painted scenes
from nature—talents they let die
when they were barely past their teens.
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The thought of guitars never played,
piano keys not touched for years,
blank pages in a writing pad,
and unused canvases brings tears.
Imagine shut-ins with no help,
church programs falling by the way,
and game nights that don’t come to pass.
Some can’t work these into their day!
The way we use our precious gift
of time determines what will thrive
and what will not. Good stewards see
that better things in life survive.
Date: September 22, 2018
Contest Title: The Parable of the Talents Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Holly Hippocampus
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