WHAT THE MINUTES SAY - by Anonymous

WHAT THE MINUTES  SAY          by Anonymous  We are but minutes - little things!  Each one furnished with sixty wings,  With which we fly on our unseen track,  And not a minute ever comes back.  We are but minutes; use us well,  For how we are used we must one day tell.  Who uses minutes, has hours to use;  Who loses minutes, whole years must lose.