Busy times, the week flew by,
Saturday morning, I
Catch my breath, trying
To remember: where, when, and why,
Sitting back, healing, sighing...
I wonder if the time invested
Is deposited in a bank-like place,
Where it's measured and weighed
Methodically, case-by-case,
And after I'm re-charged and rested,
The interest returns are paid,
Then gathered and compounded
Into a supplement, untested
But ready for use, to face an unbounded
Future, which has yet to be made.
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