We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.
What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 6:45 AM UTC
We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.
What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.
There was a man who worked and saved money his whole life to buy an RV to travel. He died before he was able to get it.. dont wait to do the things you desire.
