The master horologist catechized a chirpy little boy
If he would care to buy an extra day for a premium!
The boy snappily replied that he didn’t care a bit,
Plenty time in hand to dream and see it's realized.
The horologist returned with same query later on
The boy was a grown-up and virtuoso young man
The man elegantly replied he didn’t have time for
A hypothetical query with so many things on card.
Years later, the omnipotent horologist surfaced again
With same offer to the boy, now a discerning old man
Unyielding man in his sober and serene timbre parried Not a penny, sir, I’m in absolute equanimity and peace
with soul, body and mind.
Note: About a year back, an old friend sent a poem from an unknown author & source. The theme was: as a boy and young man, the person would seldom care a bit for time in life but when only a short span is left in old age, one gets desperate to spend entire fortune to buy a little extra time for self. A deep introspection reveals here that every person is not so attached to mundane material diversions in this world.