Time flies, doesn’t it, the past reproaches me:
‘Why do you squander me so wastefully?
I am frittered away, spent in pursuit of goods and sex.
You can’t make me stand still by writing cheques.’
So I look to others, what do they do with theirs:
They certainly don’t spend it all upstairs.
By now they’ve acquired a second house and car and wife:
Clearly time management has something to do with life
Priorities and hobbies have a lot in common, if you enquire:
You can’t put off a sense of achievement until you retire,
And how you dedicate your hours, the time you spend and save
May be the difference between a wide berth and a close shave.
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This poem was inspired by Philip Larkin's Money.(this link will open in a new window)