Time

is all we have

but where does it go

it gets away from us

and before we know it

it is gone

some think it happens at night

when we are asleep

 

then there's Money

which comes and goes

too easily

we can never get enough of it

we work for it so desperately

no sooner do we get it

than it disappears

up in smoke

 

last, is Love

which we think will never end

yet slips through our fingers

as we move through life

we wonder what ever happened to her

our first love

 

Time, Money, Love

universally

are all men want

and think they need

yet drift away

like tides at sea

desires that end

in memories.