There are men of phenomenal wealth,
Some gained honestly, others by stealth.
Men who can buy and sell a whole town.
Their fortune seems to have never turned down.
If we don’t watch, we can envy such “blokes”
As more “lucky” than the rest of us folks.
Money is just a means to an end.
It can’t make a “home,” or a marriage mend.
We place too great an imagined high,
On money, gold, and what silver can buy,
Blinded by dollar $ign$ we fail to see,
In wealth, they’re no richer than you and me.
Time, dear friend, is the truest treasure;
The rich and poor receive the same measure.
Each start their day with a fresh supply
Of hours which drag or go flying by.
“Money Bags” has no more time in this day,
Than the poor: close or a continent away.
Each of us should value time, make it count;
No one has more – no one a less amount.
Time may yield you marriage, happiness, a wife,
Money can’t even buy a slight sliver of life.
God’s given “today” – use it wisely, every hour.
Time, not money, has true-value power. -eab, 11/3/06
Written when I pastored the Kingston Pilgrim Holiness Church, Ontario, Canada
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