Money dwindles while time flies by,
These two most precious things.
The ticking of the clock goes by,
A life with each it brings.
Time waits for no one,
Nor does money grow on trees.
The burning of the pocket flames,
From which your money flees.
Money makes the world go round,
So try to be on time.
Each second means a lot of dosh,
Being late can be a crime.
Time’s a real good healer,
Though money speeds things up.
You dry your eyes with banknotes,
And have tea in a golden cup.
Money makes life sunny while time lets you tan,
Although as great as they can be.
Spending them with loved-ones,
Will fill your heart with glee.
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