It\u2019s better to tell myself
\nI have only a minute.
\nIf I had a century
\nI would take a minute of life
\nand waste it with that much time.
\nI would live like a rich man
\ncomplaining of his poverty.
\nThe high price of bread
\nspread with caviar.
\nIt points to the relativity of
\nour imperfect clocks.
\nThe system of our values
\nwhich are less precise than mathematics.<\/p>\n
So to overcome this handicap
\nI plan a game.
\nTell myself that the last time
\nI see a person, may be the last time.
\nSo I indulge my lush goodbyes.
\nMy fervent greetings.
\nKisses for everyone.
\nTruly meant.
\nSpliced with tears and laughter,
\nand the knowledge of our mortality.
\nOf luck\u2019s cruelty.
\nOur fragile existences
\ntreated so profligately.<\/p>\n
If I have only a minute,
\nonly the duration of a kiss,
\nonly the time it takes to say a name,
\nI\u2019ll take as much as love can give.
\nI\u2019ll grieve as much as grief deserves.
\nAnd if I rise from the dead,
\nI\u2019ll still carry that law with me,
\nto see things in their light
\nand true value,
\nworth every star in heaven,
\nand every minute of forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It\u2019s better to tell myself I have only a minute. If I had a century I would take a minute of life and waste it…<\/p>\n