Currency

My mother used to say that you pay for what you get
Time is my currency
If you want my attention
Then you must buy my time

My time is too valuable
To be wasted on the young and foolhardy

I acceptable all forms of kindness, thoughtfulness,
Compassion, helpfulness, respectfulness, caring
And maybe even an unexpected phone call or text message

But I will not accept IOUs, excuses, lateness, sorry or I will be there attitudes
My time is too important to me
and I am too important than my time  


My mother used to say people are like demand and supply
If the demand is not met
Then cut off the supply
Time is my currency
You may not be able to afford me
But my time is priceless
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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