The Coin Of Time

Time is the currency of our physical lives,
A coin of inestimable worth whose two faces--
Advance and retreat, stop and go, give and receive--
Seem to turn up randomly.
But with its value resting in the integrity of the Giver,
We can spend the coin of life with joy,
No matter which face we see.

Copyright 2003 James McAlister

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