Currency Of Time.

Time slips softly through the hands,

Like grains of golden sand;

No accounting marks the moments gone,

Leaving a balance we can understand.

Each morning brings a purse of light,

Each dusk collects its due;

Spend not your hours on hollow things,

But keep the best for what is true.

For time is wealth no heart can save,

Nor borrow back once spent;

So fill its fleeting, precious time

With love, and leave no regret.