I took a clipping from the paper, once
A comic – contrasting ‘time is money’ says
The alive, and ‘time is greater than money’
Says the Dead. I put it in my wallet where
It resides to this day. In Iraq we raked
In the cash or so it seemed. There wasn’t
Too terribly much to spend it on then.
The comic forever reminding me that
The money wouldn’t buy my time back.
My time, I’ll cherish – we all said it.
And when you come home, you do for
A while. Then you forget, and the money
It goes, quicker for some. And then you
Get out. And the pay ain’t so good, and
Before too long that comic just became a
Reminder of my hypocrisy as time flies
By, while I chase the almighty Dollar.