Short Time Is Money Poems
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Hard-Work
It's pay day
Hard-work pays
A fool plays
wasting time
A wise prays
Working without crime
Time is money
Don't take it funny
It's about hard work
sweating on the neck.
Drencho POET Loads
Slowly you wind your net
Intent upon a snare....beware
Slyly he comes interest he feigns in your day....
He comments on the weather
While your feet are fixed in a snare
His two edged sword is placed for a quick kill
His mercy is protective of his time
For time is money!!
Time is money
Tick
And money talks
Tock
To better display
Doomsday
A graph of falling
Stock
*not for contest
This life is my life
Why is this my life
So I shout YOLO
Maybe I'll try van life
Cause escapism
And romanticizing
Are all that's really driving me
And maybe one day
I'll really do it
I'll quit my job and
I'll get right to it
Because they told me
That time is money
So right now I'm rich as I can be
Now she ignores me.
I know she does it everyday
I am aware. I know what lies beneath
Promises and believes now seems lost
I can understand her
You will go. You are irritated.
You are hurt and I am lost
Time is money
I will not stop you
Let the time roll
Someday everything might go right again
I miss you.
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.
The city lights of neon flash
To dull sounds of the traffic flow
Upon the sidewalks footsteps crash
As people bustle to and fro
A city that never moves slow
For time is money, in cold cash
Getting caught in its neon glow
They seem to be in a mad dash
1-27-2020
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“Time is money”
“Time heals all wounds”
“Time is what you make of it”
Truth, somewhere in the ticking
corridors we daily and nightly
transverse (Poe said brightly
and dimly dreaming) -- ticking echoes of
walls man does not see beyond
without visual aids of Faith...death
the sign of exit.
Time is a game of Hide-n-Seek.
Life may not be the only conscious
player….
Old is gold,
But gold is cold.
Time is money,
But money is worry.
Night is sweet,
But sweet leads to diabetese.
Laughter is the best medicine,
But medicine is bitterest.
Mind is smart,
But smart leads to egoistic.
Therfore everything has a disadvantage,
We have to convert it to an advantage.
Coz abilities are always with us,
But we should be with abilities
Prayosha Dhimmer
Time waits for no man
Good news you're the driver of its van
Time is money
Good news you're the manager in its bank
Time flies
Good news you're the pilot
Time is precious
Good news you own its treasury
Procrastination is the thief of time
Good news you're an officer of the law
Do not put the watch around your waist
I mean don't waste your time, it's wrong.
Put it around your wrist,
Right where it belongs.
...Stranja
There’s plenty of time!
Times’s running out!
It sounds like time is a water spout
Time’s moving fast
Time’s moving slow
Does time really have somewhere to go?
Don’t waste time—Time is money!
So—We stuff time in our wallets?
Isn’t that funny!
Set your clocks in November
An hour you’ll lack
Don’t worry—next summer you’re getting it back!
But be it winter, summer, spring or fall
We really know nothing about time at all!
Written 12/14/21
Time
As it slowly passes by, no one will remember my name,
As it disappears and ends, things will never be the same.
Very small in supply so it will always run out.
Hurting more than words that come from one's mouth.
And because this precious gift is finite in this world,
It starts to become confusing as it begins to whirl.
They put a value on time, but is it really worth it?
"They say that time is money,
But have we ever bought it?"
Some journeys are worth
the cost –
some are not...
and we do pay, one
way or another; even those taken
by mind alone have an Electrical
Transit-fee – the price of a meal’s
stored energy –
also, time, when foolishly
wasted, equates to wealth squandered
(time is money, I’ve been told)
but, the greatest loss, a chance to
increase one’s capacity for love –
which, I sense, is the only resource,
of any value, that would have
merit
beyond
the grave…