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.