Monday, December 23, 2024

dying on a pot of gold

they tell
you at an early age to save
your money,
don't spend it all
on Friday night.
put some away for a
rainy day.
invest in the market.
save, save, save.
don't spend all your
wages
on love.
or gambling,
or shiny things that
will rust
and fade.
so you do. and then
you sit there on your
pile of gold,
wishing you'd had more
fun, more
adventures,
but the hourglass has
trickled
down to its final grains.

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