Time

a poem/ riddle

Can’t buy or sell it

Yet sometimes get paid for it

Everyone uses it

 

Constantly wanting more

Sometimes we want to change it

Having used it unwisely before

 

Some only like the good parts of it

Wanting to discard the bad

Yet it is not an unpleasant meal you’ve had

 

It’s always running

Yet never afraid

If one could stop it, they’d be well paid

 

People fear, when it will end.

But it is not the life of a dear friend.

Wondering, wondering how it to spend.

Time, time, time.

Author's Note

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