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Time for Change


Us We ask it for a cause we don't always understand mostly replied by a shaking head or a troubled sigh “Maybe later, the economy is tough, times are rough, I already give enough.” Some reply with a tentative “how much?” As though if you ask for more they'll walk away We pry it from clenched fists envying others contented bliss Fully knowing we should be thankful for what we have and yet we feel as though we need more: There are those blessed few who give no matter what you do Who seem to have a wealth far beyond what can be stolen, rich beyond measure Who by giving are a blessing There are those few who maybe don't feel as though they have enough and yet give wholeheartedly all that they can Who commit and say, “ I don't know how” but “This will all work out some way” We feel guilty as though we are prying with all of the asking and trying and asking and trying But even so we hope to say It all paid off someday Sound like a local fund raiser? It isn't We are asking for your time “Time is money” the businessmen say except Life isn't all about money “Live your life, love your life, live for life” except What happens when life is over? We all have the same amount each day 24 hours 3,600 minutes 216,000 seconds We seem rich if you look at it that way. '8 hours to work, 8 hours for sleep, and 8 hours for the brethren' five days a seven day week. Saturday, who knows? Sunday, for some, church 52 weeks of the year 18 years has legal recognition, 21 ends prohibition 24 the end of college (Between 21-27 is usually marriage) 40 has this pretense of of crisis, It's over half of projected life 72 for men; 75 for women Seconds tick, Hours fly, You look back and the day has gone by Day in, Day out Every two-week paycheck. Yet somehow so many have already grown up And started lives of their own. We invest in everything A little here, a little there, a whole lot of nothing Few of us have committed out everything and yet It tall doesn't seem to make a difference. Want some change? So do I But be I so bold to ask a whole penny of your time?
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jwiener
It was a great strategy to add numbers in this poem, because these numbers are all ones that most every person can relate to, even if we live our lives differently from one another. Poems that tell personal stories are wonderful, but it's also amazing when a poem is written that everyone can feel a part of. Nice job!

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