Are not the ones you take
To say a heartfelt thank you.
They are not in the extra moments
You spend listening
Before speaking,
And they aren’t among the times
You take out
To rest and take care of yourself.
All too often we workaholics forfeit
Simple life-giving actions
Claiming we have no time to waste.
Yet often the sweetest treasures
Of our journey
Are not found in a pot of gold
At the end
But in hidden gems
Along the way.
You need to be whole
To enjoy the Promised Land.
Wasted minutes
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