Get Your Premium Membership

Death Account

Time is money As he locked the door, a palm came open waiting for dues to be paid. How many hours, days, weeks can you pay your wage? So is the length of your life. Thirty-five citizens of a town called La Dolce Vita And closeted-in, they gave their worth to breathe air once again. Time is money but living is far more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things