Unspent Time
The shift from income to survive to income to live.
I’ve hoarded fortune, suppressing its energy, afraid to let go.
Captured coins in jars, preventing natural flow. Padlock abundance.
My time is exchanged for silver tokens to grow. Income for the show.
Scarcities trama, existing for virtual bills. I keep a small stack.
I can’t buy you that! Clogging fortune’s ebb and flow. Corporate-owned sap.
A piece of copper, discarded on a poor path. Then store it in glass.
My storage is full. Year’s blocking prosperity, forgoing memories.
We drift past each day. I’ve failed to seize our moments. Forgetting love’s task.
I won’t live for cash. I release my potential, breaking lost time’s stash.
We journey outside, picking penny’s in the grass, recovering our past.
Copyright CMad Poet 2021
Christopher Madsen (CMad Poet), author of the Limerick books:
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