Time is gold.

If I may be so bold.

As I grow old,

I realize it can’t be bought or sold.

In my hands, I can’t hold,

All the things time has told.

I can only try to mold,

This minute of gold.

RGH

2-5-19

Thanks to Patrick ‘s Stories for the inspiration!

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