We are all born,
With just a limited amount.
We never know how much,
We have to give out.

We pray for it to hurry,
When we're young and still learning.
Then we pray for it to slow,
When we're older and now yearning.

We know that it's so very precious,
Because we sell it to the highest bidder.
But what about its true value?
That's what we rarely consider.

This gift we've been given,
It was meant to be shared.
For we cannot make more,
And what's left can't be spared.

It is a currency,
We all spend at the same rate.
But it is also purchased,
Unrefundable, with no discount or rebate.

But what really is most important,
Is to whom we give it for free.
That, my friend, is priceless,
So thank you for spending it with me.