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A short poem, written for my 363 days of writing challenge. Something on my mind after spending the day with my grandmother.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

An easy thing to say when one has

Nothing 

Left

To lose.

Leap, and a net will appear.

How simple, to know one's

Money

Will

Catch You.

A watched pot never boils.

How foolish, to think you

Have

Time

To Spare.

Neither money, nor time,

Will treasure you forever.

So ask not that I live

On your terms, not mine.

Ask instead why you must

Control my life's design.

Your words seem wise,

But they are trite.

Repetitions of another.

What good do these do me,

Against the false love

Of Grandmother?