Twenty-five thousand days
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Wealth I hoarded, now bequeathed
If I could again balance life's ledger
Nature's beauty, unseen by me
Family dinners, chair left empty
Now it's too late for a spending spree
A lifetime chasing shiny things
More precious than gold, our only asset
Twenty-five thousand days, all we get
Forgot to cash in moments plenty
They're those who of much time could boast
Now death its final audit brings
Invested all in golden dreams
In this vault of earth, one truth remains
Stories shared are wealth to tell
Chased those dollars with iron will
From the silence of my grave
I'd invest in joy, and not be a hedger
The richest aren't those who make the most
I count the cost of fortunes made
Time's the true currency, spend it well
Left behind, no fortune beneath
Time's the true wealth we fail to see
Six feet under, cold and still
The true profit of life lies not in gains