Time : A Borrowed Gift.

Time is the currency we all have,

A finite asset we equally possess,

A measure of exchange with immense value, 

From our first breathe, it starts counting,

It reads with or without our will,

Slow in the morning of life, and fast in the evening,

We really don't know how much of it we have left,

Because it was never ours, it's a borrowed gift we can't control.

© Toobrightanthony 

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