Time and Value

In the grip of Time, a silent flow, From Roman days to Gregorian glow, A dance of clocks, a crafted frame, A social construct, a human claim. In the realm of Time, where moments wane, A social construct, we seek to gain. From Roman roads to the Gregorian call, We build our order, yet stumble and fall. Power we chase, in the currency of money, Yet what is it worth if life isn’t sunny? In the mines of existence, we toil and we sweat, Digging for precious metals, our value upset. Education shines like the brightest of gems, Illuminating paths, breaking down stems. Yet the heart of the matter lies deeper than gold, In the minerals of wisdom, true stories unfold. It's up to us to remember, as we strive and we seek, That the true worth of our journey is not just the peak. For in each fleeting moment, through struggle and strife, Lies the beauty of time, the essence of life.