While looking
to save a dime
I went and spent
some very valuable time;
Was what
I so seriously sought
really the true value
of all I had bought?
I could
have found it much faster
had I not let
the worry of finances be a master;
The time
I wasted and lost
was it not of far greater worth
than the few coins it may have cost?
The choice
seems rather clear,
time or money
which shall I squander, which shall I hold dear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The worry of finances be a master Yes if only Smoky we could spend freely. But I think time is far more valuable and far too many pushy people these days. Thank you