The House  /  Poetry

Spent, Never Saved

A poem

Time is only worth what we decide—
Its value set by the hands of men,
Measured out in bargains
only the willing dare to make.

Can we pay enough
to buy back dignity,
to earn forgiveness
for what we’ve done
when the clock refused to wait?

Or is time always spent,
never saved—
its price,
more than the willing can ever pay?

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