Were It That Time Poem by Fallen Too Far

were it that time
was handed out
(much the same as money)
more for the rich, and less for the poor
and taxes paid besides

i would save it all up
stowed away in a jar
a miser to my own small wealth
of memories, and laughter
heartache and tears
and keep it tucked away in my heart

not a day would I spend
in wanton, wild waste
but scrupulously hide away
for one perfect hour, oh priceless in value
in the arms of my love
strong but gentle

but if on my way
i should chance to meet
a man less fortunate than me
i would gladly break
my own precious horde
and let it spill onto his own

for what good is time
if kept for one's self
in carefully calculated measures
if it will not be shared
with the poor and the broken
and kept in a lone hourglass?