Non-existence

S K Iyer

The man searched his pocket,
his hands came out empty.
Walk, he was told,
to save on money,
for a penny saved is a penny earned.
He walked and saved money.

He searched his pocket,
his hands came out empty.
Run, he was told,
to save on time,
for time is money.
He ran and saved time.

He searched his pocket,
his hands came out empty.
Poor man, still runs
out of money and for money.
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