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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Time is the most precious currency that we have.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Kevin Hulme
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Comments7
Tied this one up nicely, Andy. Fully convinced after your smooth flow.
Thank you Dave, much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold. if we had a penny for each day of our lives, you and I, we'd be millionaires! lol.
Thank you Orchi, we certainly would. I am 28489 days old today.
Andy
So very well written and of course your wisdom is always a true pleasure to hold. 🌹
So very kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
You cannot buy time
You certainly cannot Norman, thank you.
Andy
most welcome
What a wonderful message Andy. This one in good rhyme and meter tells us all to spend our time wisely in that it is a limited commodity and can not be replaced.
Thank you soren, it certainly is precious to us all.
Andy
Most welcome Andy yes like land they aren't making any more of it.
It keeps flowing on, to the sea and beyond. 🙏🏻🕊️
It surely does Rik and may it continue.
Andy
A fine Write. Enjoyed.
Thank you Kevin, much appreciated.
Andy
My Pleasure.
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