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Money is Time

Poetry By: Ayla Daniels

Time is precious

Submitted:Nov 29, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

There is no time to lose

And no other path to choose

The wheels turn faster and faster

They swiftly submit to their master

There's not a second to excuse

I watch the trees go by

As the carriage wheels fly

There is no time to waste

Nothing to make but haste

As the wheels squeak and cry

I watch the cities come and go

Places where the flowers grow

Beauty and moonlight dressed

But we can't stop to rest

We cannot be slow

Such value we give to a clock

We're subject to every tock

Money is time

Lethargy's a crime

An object becomes a headlock


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