Time is a currency, expensive and rare.
We all have time, but how much, theres no way to tell.
We could have years, months, or days, but as long as there is time left, we must spend it wisely.
We are rich.
We have much time to spend.
But be weary, for luxuries we purchase may take that away.
As smoke fills the lungs of the young, the time that resided there is blown away in the wind with their exhale.
As people drink away their issues, they leave a tab of time to their name.
Time is a currency, expensive and rare.
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Poems
PoetryThese are the poems that I have been saving in my notes for about a year, they range from fiction to reality, to a fair mix of both. Ive never been able to make poems that rhyme, so if you dislike poems that dont have a rhyming scheme, then please d...
