Acrostic time
Put It In Your Schedule
Ponder the hours that slip through our hands,
Under the weight of ambitions and plans.
Time is a currency, spent or accrued,
In the quiet moments, our choices ensued.
The poor spent time in shadows of need,
In search of a fortune, in search of a creed.
Nights in reflection, their dreams can ignite,
Chasing the dawn with a flickering light.
The average trade time for pleasure is brief,
Yearning for laughter, for moments of relief.
Each second we barter, each minute a gem,
Invest in your purpose, in who you condemn.
The rich invest their time to be wealthy,
Earning the moments they spend, not stealthy.
Be intentional, act with mindful design,
Honor the hours, let your spirit align.
August 28, 2025
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