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Gold With Diamonds

When I was younger
Time was money

Fancy clothes and romance

Now, it is one day less;
Every additional gift
Of sunrise
an immeasurable wealth

No longer with Time on
My side, try as I may
(my old Rolex sighed)

From Father Time, nothing 
Can really hide --

agecourageintrospectiontimetruthfree verse

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sara Etgen-Baker

June 27, 2026 at 4:15 PM

wisdom in your reflective words. each day, I'm grateful for another one. :-) sending you blessings

Joseph P. DiMino

June 27, 2026 at 6:40 PM

Thank you, Sara. Blessings!

Valsa George

June 25, 2026 at 6:48 AM

While young, we all crave for romance and fashionable clothes. Such things we regard as our great assets. But as we grow older, we come to realize that time is money and each new day to breathe is our greatest treasure.

Joseph P. DiMino

June 25, 2026 at 4:30 PM

Thank you, Valsa; life is the greatest treasure! Blessings my friend.

Moon Harp

June 23, 2026 at 9:12 PM

Dear Joe, a poem full of truth here. As my body slows me down in old age I actually get a better soul perspective. Who would have thunk it! So, I really like your poem. Moon Harp

Joseph P. DiMino

June 24, 2026 at 6:16 AM

I've met a lot of old age saints:)) What the heck...we do our best. Blessings.

Victor Buhagiar

June 23, 2026 at 10:04 AM

We grow old. Each day is a step nearer to death. Yet we hold strength. Let death come when it must. A must read.

Joseph P. DiMino

June 24, 2026 at 6:18 AM

I've heard we are born dying...truth in that. Blessings my friend. Love your honest poetry. Of great value.

Ink Empress

June 23, 2026 at 9:11 AM

I am not sure why this resonates with me too, I guess some of us learn quickly, that material wealth means nothing. Time is currency, and every second counts, I live for sunsets, and how it reminds me, all endings are stunning, may sound cliche but its true. Time was never on our side… but a challenger. This is so profound and so deeply moving and soulful dear Joe. Pleasure reading. Sending you light always

Joseph P. DiMino

June 23, 2026 at 9:20 AM

You learned well. That's why you are such a fine poet. Have a great writing day my friend. In deed, Time is a challenger -- never to defeat but to make the most of.