Reason It Now Poem by *Tony_Cemalukwuoo* Egbuonu

Time is money, a precious gem.
Slipping away, like sand in an hourglass whim.
Thirteen thousand two hundred, a meager gain.
A balance sheet, with expenses in vain.

Like a ship without anchor, you're lost at sea,
Drifting aimlessly, without a destiny.
I've been there too, with finances in disarray,
But took control, and steered my way.

Spend your time wisely, like a master craftsman,
Shaping your future, with a careful plan.
Make enough, and excess, of genuine gain,
Offset your bills, with a seamless reign.

As a man, you should be in control and wise,
Mastering time, with a watchful eye.
This year, a year to realize
The value of time, and a brighter surprise.

With time well-managed, your future's bright,
Prosperity and peace will be your delight.
But neglect it, and you'll face the night
Of financial woes, and a troubled sight.

Heed this call, and take action now,
Seize the day, and make your future glow.
Don't let time slip away, like grains of sand,
Take control, and make a prosperous stand.

And when you do, you'll feel the thrill
Of financial freedom, and a life fulfilled,
A sense of pride, and a heart at peace,
A future bright, with endless release.