Twenty-five thousand days
Richard
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From the silence of my grave
I count the of fortunes made
A lifetime chasing shiny things
Now its final audit brings
Six feet under, cold and
Wealth I hoarded, now bequeathed
Chased those dollars with will
Left behind, no fortune beneath
Twenty-five thousand days, we get
More precious than gold, our only asset
Time's the true wealth we fail to see
Now it's late for a spending spree
Invested all in golden
Forgot to cash in moments plenty
Nature's beauty, unseen me
Family dinners, chair left empty
If I could balance life's ledger
I'd invest in joy, and not a hedger
The richest aren't those who make the
They're those who of much time could boast
Time's true currency, spend it well
Stories shared are wealth tell
In this vault of earth, one truth remains
true profit of life lies not in gains