time
is the currency
with which we pay
for life
its
value depends on
how we choose to
spend it
devote
two handfuls doubled
to receive abundant pleasure
swiftly fled
never
spill much and
watch yourself grow old
in misery
I’m writing a collection of poems – or something like it. It’s going to be called Solitude in Red and will span 13 months, going from October 2024 to October 2025. The first theme is Time and the poem in this post is part of the collection.
Steal it and die.
Elle Vampa 