Precious Time

I met a friend last Friday night at Macy’s Bistro, half past nine

A dinner date we’d just scooped out of jam-packed lives, to wine and dine.

Meeting after twenty years, a time too long to justify

Ten years of which had gone in planning, the next ten hoping they fructify.

We talked about the time gone by, the highs and lows , the jeers and cheers

In crisply tailored ten minutes, we caught up on the twenty years.

Long gone were days of street-side joints, when every penny we had to guard

Now we didn’t so much as chance a glance at the right side of the menu card.

We ordered  dishes, names of which we’d long ago laughed off as fake

But now we’d reached a stage in life when gourmet food was just prosaic.

I spoke about my farm estate, she said her mansion had graced the Forbes’

We’d definitely come a long way from the talks of walls that need paint jobs.

We both recalled the times long past, the little pleasures, the memories made

And wondered if our next date would but cost  another two decades.

Now, when fate had blessed us with a flood of wealth and deluxe clime

It just so happened that all that wealth couldn’t afford a speck of time.

We had the money, we had the dreams, but time was constantly at strife

Those trivial pleasures we once had, were just too costly now in life.

That evening as we discussed of our wealth and status at its prime

The both of us concluded that,  we’d lost a fortune, precious time.