The Gift

You had no flowers in your hand
No gift bought with silver or gold.

Hourglass of time

You had no flowers in your hand
No gift bought with silver or gold.

What you gave to me
Was worth far more, truth be told.

We watch them flow through the glass
The sands of time
Or watch the hands ’round the face pass
The hands of time

Yet you are only predefined
A set amount of time to spend
And I was gifted to find
You chose with me your time to expend.

A penny saved is a penny earned
On that you can depend;
But once your time you have burned,
You cannot force more your time to extend.

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