Humans are we,
Meant to decay,
After losing our breath?
Wait a moment.
And realise.
What good is money
When you don’t have time
To enjoy it?
What good is time
When you don’t have money
To live it?
And what good is life
When you have both,
Yet no one to share it with?
The mind says,
I am enough.
But pause,
Are you?
In the end,
Money won’t buy time.
And time won’t matter
Without people.
What will matter
Are those last moments,
Holding a hand,
Walking into the brightness.
Eyes full of tears,
Yet content.
Happy.
Peaceful.
Would it matter, in the end?
Would it matter at the end?
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
Humans are we,
Meant to decay,
After losing our breath?
Wait a moment.
And realise.
What good is money
When you don’t have time
To enjoy it?
What good is time
When you don’t have money
To live it?
And what good is life
When you have both,
Yet no one to share it with?
The mind says,
I am enough.
But pause,
Are you?
In the end,
Money won’t buy time.
And time won’t matter
Without people.
What will matter
Are those last moments,
Holding a hand,
Walking into the brightness.
Eyes full of tears,
Yet content.
Happy.
Peaceful.
Would it matter, in the end?
Would it matter at the end?
