Golden Time

Time is like a rainbow,
Ever wishing,
But always gone.

Time is the currency of Gold,
And the drops of silver
Which spring from those
Born of pure hearts.

Yet all the gold in all the world,
It could never buy a moment
Of our precious time.

Who of us, through worry
And much sorrow,
Could ever hope
To add a single hour
To our days?

And who of us
Could ever hope
To pay for a moment
Of the impossible?</i>