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Three meals a day, a new sportscar A weekend away to places afar Chains of gold and diamond rings A pool, a garden, a house fit for kings A new shiny thing thats all the rage Your photo on the latest front page A bike, a boat, a camping bus A bank account with a great big plus Will we ever be satisfied? Or will something new catch our eye And **** the cash out of our pocket faster than a speeding rocket. We toil and work all day long To earn the money that is so soon gone On things that we don't really need To scratch the itch of our civilized greed Minutes to hours, hours to days Our given time soon slips away and all that we have then achieved Insignificant now, for we must leave One day, too late we will realize With failing Breath and weary eyes That true wealth is measured In the currency of Time
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
How much is enough?
Three meals a day, a new sportscar A weekend away to places afar Chains of gold and diamond rings A pool, a garden, a house fit for kings A new shiny thing thats all the rage Your photo on the latest front page A bike, a boat, a camping bus A bank account with a great big plus Will we ever be satisfied? Or will something new catch our eye And **** the cash out of our pocket faster than a speeding rocket. We toil and work all day long To earn the money that is so soon gone On things that we don't really need To scratch the itch of our civilized greed Minutes to hours, hours to days Our given time soon slips away and all that we have then achieved Insignificant now, for we must leave One day, too late we will realize With failing Breath and weary eyes That true wealth is measured In the currency of Time
How much is enough is a very personal figure. Some are content with very little, others cannot have enough. Often, those who have the most always want more and those who have almost nothing are willing to share what little they have. The only currency in which we cannot measure how much we have is Time.
Chris-
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64/M/Germany
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
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