Poem | Time Is The Currency
timeis the currencywith which we payfor life itsvalue depends onhow we choose tospend it devotetwo handfuls doubledto receive abundant pleasureswiftly fled neverspill much andwatch yourself grow oldin 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 … More Poem | Time Is The Currency









