I read this small poem by Phyllis C. Michael in an old magazine and thought it to share here. The poem goes like this;
It only takes a minute
To say a word of cheer;

It only takes a minute
To dry a falling tear;

It only takes a minute
To lend a helping hand;

It only takes a minute
To try and understand;

It only takes a minute
To make and keep a friend;

It only takes a minute
Some broken heart to mend;

It only takes a minute
To brighten someone’s day;

Then use this very minute
Before it slips away.

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