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