Here's yet another lovely poem from my favourite poet:

She bought things with her heartbeats
dealt in the currency of time
counted her pulse to her track her spendings
while she waited in long lines
she wasn't one for banking
heartbeats aren't something you can save
you either spend them or you lose them
until you're lying in your grave
she'd give heartbeats to strangers
while she listened to her woes
because a heart's worth more than money
as far as money goes
she splurged heartbeats on moments
on afternoons with age-old friends
who asked how she was happy
without a dollar she could spend
but money only buys you things
while heartbeats buy you so much more
they buy you loud side-crippling laughter
that leaves you rolling on the floor
heartbeats buy you moments
they buy you tears and hugs and smiles
they buy you time ti reminiscence with friends
you haven't seen in quite a while
money can't buy heartbeats
and that's a fact you've always known
so make sure each day you're happy 
with the way you spend your own 
-E.H.

Y'know, it's just some food for thought from a small town girl with a big time dream of her writing taking her places that she could only ever imagine.