"oh time,
what value do you hold?"
the silent waltz between life and death.
a currency beyond rubies and gold.
once spent,
no refund to hope for or find,
in exchange for memories you cannot buy back.
a second spent is a second, left behind.
you may know how much wealth you have made,
but never how much time you have left.
is every second worth its expense,
or has life been but a grand theft?

yay
I now knew how the readers of past have felt