Two or three minutes--two or three hours,
What do they mean in this life of ours?
Not very much if but counted as time,
But minutes of gold and hours sublime,
If only we'll use them once in a while
To make someone happy--make someone smile.
A minute may dry a lilttle lad's tears,
An hour sweep aside trouble of years.
Minutes of my time may bring to an end
Hopelessness somewhere, and bring me a friend.

From Poems That Inspire (Zondervan, 1960).
This poem is in the public domain.