Time is moneyA Poem by gypsy scribbler
They measure you, allocate you, “buy” you, “borrow” you, “steal” you, trade you for money and other imaginary benefits - you, one of the few things that is unquestionably real. They think that by portioning and selling you they make themselves rich. But they are robbing themselves, because each of them could have all of you... all the time.
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Added on March 4, 2017 Last Updated on March 4, 2017 Tags: short, poem, story, philosphy, free verse Authorgypsy scribblerAboutRecently started writing short pieces. Trying not to be too constrained by grammar and other such conventions. more..Writing
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