The Priceless Commodity

It’s gone. Just like that…it’s gone. I had it in the palm of my hands, so many plans. I can’t understand.

It’s wrong. Somehow it feels so wrong. I’d feel better if someone stole it, and I couldn’t control it, but…

I took it for granted. I’m so disenchanted. I’m frantic.

I was warned. I’ll admit that I was warned. Should’ve paid more attention, for it’s gone in an instant. I’m torn. I’m completely torn. My heart feels broken, and I’m not really copin’. I just keep hopin’ that I can retract…somehow, get it back. Simply change the fact.

It really disappeared, I swear! It was right here, and I didn’t know to care. Now, I don’t know where—and I’m in despair. It really doesn’t seem fair!

I’ve got to face it…I wasted it. Misused and abused it. Never knew I would lose it. What I wouldn’t give to re-do it. But it’s gone. That I know for sure. I can never get it back…but I do have some more.

So I’ll move on and live, learn to forgive—my own mistakes, it’s better late…than never, ‘cause “never” is forever.

But from now on,

I’ll treat it with respect instead of neglect, and I’ll be careful about who I select, to spend it with me. After all, it’s a precious commodity—that is hard to find. So I pledge to make the most of my TIME.