Or filters through the air
Sometimes there seems lots of it
Sometimes the store seems bare.
Money cannot make more time
It's equal shares for all
The rich and famous fight for it
They say they are 'time poor'.
There's always some in our account
But we've no time to waste
We try to make each minute count
But we can't stop the pace.
In a world when so much is unfair,
And disparity is great
Each day we're gifted that pearl rare
12 hours upon our plate!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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